Yes, I just defiled Shakespeare and I own it… Brian, left: “What the hell are you doing? I’m standing here looking incredibly sexy even though there seems to be something not-right going on with my pants.” Mary, right: “I’m just so fed up with people I want to […] | Continue reading
And the joy of memory… Herewith, our final episode in Celia and Bucky Lee’s vague but intrepid journey toward wherever we’re going. To catch you up: Vladimir Putin has just escorted Our Duo, along with a cavalcade of co-stars, into an odd room at the back of The […] | Continue reading
So many words, so little explanation… Note: This is the next-to-last installment in our journey with Celia and Bucky Lee as they do questionable things on a questionable thoroughfare in a small questionable town in questionable Utah. (If you haven’t been following our story since … | Continue reading
And this is that episode… First, let’s give you, potential new reader of this story, an opportunity to peruse the preceding by clicking on the first episode, found here. After that, just keep clicking forward until you catch up with the rest of us. Take your time, enjoy […] | Continue reading
And celebrate the remembrance… Note: This is yet another entry in our ongoing tragicomedy involving Celia and Bucky Lee, although I should forewarn you that neither of them features prominently in the episode. And to be honest, this installment is a bit tricky to navigate if you … | Continue reading
The downwind of helicopter-parenting… Yet another installment in our wildly-meandering tale of two inquisitive Mormons looking for knowledge in all the wrong places. To catch you up a bit with our two main characters: Celia is atop Bucky Lee’s shoulders as she tries to peer in th … | Continue reading
Gossipy gumption… Herewith, another installment in the sordid travails of our main characters, Celia and Bucky Lee. Neither of them actually participate in this episode, which is a bit sad, but we do have a nice slice of rural America, served with a sizable side of juicy hypocris … | Continue reading
Desperate House Whys… We now continue with our multi-part saga wherein two questionably-wholesome and probably-naïve Utah Mormons are standing on the front porch of a flamboyant but mysterious house on their street, intent on discovering what was going on within the confines of s … | Continue reading
Sometimes you hear things you shouldn’t… Herewith, another snippet from my (apparently) never-ending saga concerning Celia and Bucky Lee, two inquisitive Mormons who are just trying to do the right thing, even though they aren’t really doing that. To catch you up: Our Dedicated D … | Continue reading
Learning to pry… With great fanfare (at least in my own mind), I present another snippet from my work-in-progress short-story collection. This bit is actually the prequel to my previous share, filling in the details of why our hero and heroine were doing what they were doing in [ … | Continue reading
Especially if you’re not the main character in the story… Here’s another new snippet from my WIP as I update and collate entries for my next book of short stories. Setting the scene: We’re in Utah, our two main characters are Mormon (or at least Mormon-adjacent). They are […] | Continue reading
As the burrito turns… Note: As some of you may be aware, I’ve spent the last few months piddling with and revising the selections for my next book of short stories. In the course of such, I have fleshed out a few of the stories by inserting mildly […] | Continue reading
A rancid seed is planted… In an interesting (at least for me) same-as-it-ever-was experiment, I decided to resurface the following older piece, fully intact, with no edits, including the original footnote that is even more relevant today in our strongly-divided country. To put a … | Continue reading
Acrimonious accessorizing… Once upon a time, in an unnamed vaguely European country… Jordan, left: “I see that you have once again misunderstood my very specific directives about our attire this evening. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” Joseph, right: “I misunderstood nothing. Y … | Continue reading
Navigating the nuances… Yet another stop on the memory-train as I revisit my elementary-school years. The first stop can be found here.) NINETEEN Despite me getting my ass whacked for opening my mouth when I shouldn’t have, I soon found myself in a different situation wherein I w … | Continue reading
Witness for the persecution… Yet another installment in my reflective revisit of my primary-school years. (The first episode can be found here.) EIGHTEEN In my fifth year of elementary servitude, I was placed in the work-calloused hands of one Mrs. Hausam. (For those keeping narr … | Continue reading
What a wonderful swirl… Another station of the hot crossed buns as we journey through my elementary-school years. (You can find the start of said journey here, though a review isn’t really necessary for this stand-alone snippet.) SEVENTEEN This bit might actually belong further b … | Continue reading
Something twisted this way comes… Note: This is another episode in a multi-part reflection concerning my elementary-school years. (It’s not as boring as it sounds, trust.) You can find the launch point here, if needed. FIFTEEN Eventually, my mother was released from the GTE train … | Continue reading
Wherein I share more silly-sad memories from my childhood… Note: The following is probably more satisfying if you’ve read the previous installment, found here. (The backward-reflective references will certainly land better.) But I’m hoping this piece can still thrive on its own. … | Continue reading
The sighs and lows of fumbling our way to whatever we might become… Note: I’m in the midst of prepping the potentials for inclusion in my next short story collection, and one of the candidates is this piece that I have shared here on WordPress before, albeit in […] | Continue reading
From one jolly-bellied man to another… Dear Santa, Hey. I hope you’re doing well. And I apologize for not writing to you for the last 50-odd years, back when I used to scrawl my scribbles on a wide-spaced sheet in my Big Chief tablet, a writing platform […] | Continue reading
“Abandon hope, all ye who enter here…” Upon realizing that I have only posted once this month, way back on the 2nd, I thought it best that I get something out there, lest the few folks who still read my stories actually do abandon hope and never come […] | Continue reading
A bit of peppermint bark… A few things you should be aware of before plunging into this mess… One, hundreds of years ago, I used to do music video reviews. (Don’t laugh, I really did, with a whole website dedicated to such.) I was very invested in this […] | Continue reading
Shame and degradation and a language barrier… Note: This is a continuation of a previous post, one that you don’t really need to review but you can find here if you are a completionist. Suffice it to say that I’m on a cruise, I feel compelled to retrieve […] | Continue reading
High breezes in low places… It’s 1981, late summer, a few weeks away from the start of my junior year in high school. My friend Stephanie (I think it was Stephanie, a little fuzzy on that, but I’m fairly certain) had convinced me to join her on […] | Continue reading
“Calling Gloria…” Note: This is a snippet from one of my novels-in-progress. To set the scene, all you really need to know is that my family is on one of those multi-country Carnival cruises… I was on the Lido deck of the ship, and it became imperative […] | Continue reading
Big Brother is washing you… So, just to fill you in a bit, in case you didn’t know: There is a very solid and respectable reason why the Senate Democrats are, thus far, refusing to approve the Republican budget bill, which has resulted in a “government shutdown”. And […] | Continue reading
To wake up and smell the covfefe… The gloves are off with this piece. Just letting you know… To all of those people who are saying that “we’ve been through social and political upheaval before and we’ll get through this, too”: You might want to reflect on certain […] | Continue reading
A short reflection on one way to support your fellow writers… Hey Folks, I’ve just returned from our annual excursion to Pecos, New Mexico, with said adventure moderately justifying my lack of presence on social media lately. (To be fair, I’m often AWOL on this platform, usuall … | Continue reading
A wee bit of venting henceforth comes… So, some of you are aware that I recently self-published my third book. (Based on my sales stats so far, “some of you” should read as “not very many people”, as said stats indicate that, out of my supposed 7,241 Bonnywood […] | Continue reading
A bit of shameless plugging buried in an absurd narrative… Virginia, left: “I sense that something has got you a bit blue. Would you like to talk about it? You know I’m here for you.” Gertrude, right: “Whatever gave you that impression?” Virginia: “Well, based on your facial […] | Continue reading
Vapidity on parade… Note: Originally published two presidential terms ago. Interestingly enough, it hasn’t dated an inch. FBI Agent Smith knew that a nest of Russian spies was operating in the Theater District, and he knew that they were posing as bankers, but he couldn’t quite f … | Continue reading
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning, should you feel compelled. A few days after my Norma Rae incident on the front stoop, there is a jackhammer attacking my innocent driveway. (“Why do you want to hurt me when I’ve done nothing to you?” asks […] | Continue reading
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning. The dinner party was a success, despite the constant threat of our poo spilling into the neighborhood. The above sentence frightens me on a number of psychological levels. One, it’s a true statement. That alone indicates an … | Continue reading
Click here to read this story from the beginning, should you feel compelled. Otherwise, carry on. So, Terry is back on the horn with the Mob Boss contractor guy. Mob Man is amazed that the singing plumbers would leave without fixing the problem. (Why would we make […] | Continue reading
Finding holes where you don’t expect them… Click here to read this story from the beginning, should you feel so moved. Otherwise, carry on. (Note: This series involves a soul-damaging life experience that occurred 15 years ago, which explains a few dated references herein, so the … | Continue reading
Something liquid this way comes… Note: I’m yanking this one out of the archives because, one, I haven’t shared it here on Bonnywood since [sounds of me checking spreadsheets] 2019 and, two, I’m thinking of including this mess in my next book of short stories. I’d like to […] | Continue reading
Responses and Revelations… Background Note: Since tomorrow is a holiday for reflection, at least here in the States, and the chances are strong that no one will even read this mess, I thought I’d drag this bit out of the archives. Once upon a time, I created a […] | Continue reading
Misperception and mirrors… Steve hadn’t really expected any surprises when he walked out of his office building and turned left on the sidewalk of Esplanade Avenue. After all, he did this every day, with the walking out and the turning, a well-worn routine that would once again t … | Continue reading
The Deed, my friends, is finally Done. After several years of almost award-worthy efforts at procrastination, I have finally managed to self-publish another book. The mess is currently out there, lingering in the sub-sub-basement of the Amazon charts, dewy fresh and full of hope. … | Continue reading
To keep me from getting to true… At 8am, the three men gathered on the mountain ridge, prepared for battle. The Man on the Left: “I’m ready to go. Let’s do this!” The Man in the Middle: “Me, too! I been waitin’ for this day for a long […] | Continue reading
Me again, back with more cover concepts for my “I’ll publish this mess someday” short story collection. I realize I should quit delaying things and just make a decision, but I clearly have some emotional issues concerning this quest. I can’t stop piddling! (Hmm, the previous sent … | Continue reading
Hey Folks, I’m taking a break from my lackadaisical once-a-month posting routine to ask for your help concerning a Very Serious Matter. Okay, maybe not all that serious, but it’s an issue that has been bugging me for decades. (Okay, maybe not decades. Years? Definitely many month … | Continue reading
Food for wrought… The alley was dark and empty. Well, that’s not entirely true. There are always things in alleys, some intentional, some discarded, some unwanted. Something sticky. Questionable, gelid pools of “what happened here”? It’s just the nature of alleys at night, especi … | Continue reading
Friends in Low Places… Note: This bit was originally scribbled just a few days before the election last November, a stunning development that has shifted this country toward autocratic madness. Still and all, I firmly believe in the message the words convey. Enjoy. Zeke knew that … | Continue reading
To each his own… Celina opened her eyes, awakened by the camera flash. Those eyes landed on the youngster in front of her, giggling and nearly dropping her phone as she fiddled with some setting or other, preparing to snap another image. Celina smiled. “Darling, why are you […] | Continue reading
An allegory, of sorts… As Berina stared out at the vast ocean before her, she could sense activity in the jungle behind her. As was common with her people, she knew she shouldn’t react immediately. It was always best to assess any given situation before making any life […] | Continue reading
Reflections and riptides… Emily could hear her mother hollering from the back porch, but she chose to ignore the voice, the same choice she often made these days. There was no point in answering, as no one ever heard her answers. And even worse, they never heard her […] | Continue reading