Sometimes (especially late at night) I delve into the Golden Age of Detective Fiction: the Marples and at least one early Poirot by Agatha Christie; Anthony Berkeley’s Poisoned Chocolates Case; the Violet Strange stories of Anna Katharine Green; John Dickson Carr’s Bencolin narratives; and above all, the first 3 novels in Mignon Eberhart’s Nurse Keate series. This excerpt from a short story of mine I would describe as being informed by the genre, without actually being anything like a traditional whodunit.

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My second voyage into meditation voiceover... come along for the {magic carpet} ride.

Floating on a Cloud

Reading from my own work, again. An unnamed narrator speaks to absent friends, filling them in on family lore.

Cadaver -- excerpt from a Southern Gothic in the making

Short & sweet, my 3rd meditation v/o -- this time with a touch of vibrato & (eventually) sound effects of gentle waves rolling in...

Strolling by the Sea

Memoir as fiction, or fiction as memoir? Excerpt from prose in progress...

Northern Lake

Excerpt 2 from a Southern Gothic in the making: grandfather's new eating habits; a brief tour of the family manse.

A Certain Irony

Excerpt from a Southern gothic in progress. Told as a monologue, the narrative begins with two relatives reunited in their old home for the first time in many years. They welcome a visitor: an artist who had painted a portrait of the family matriarch and patriarch. Bringing out photos, they reminisce about days gone by. 

Image credit: "True Citizen" by Sharon Bond Brown

Family Portraits

Spinner of short fiction & B2C marketing copy, who sometimes talks into a mic. For hire as a writer, editor, radio host, or voice over actor. Casually seeking patron(s).

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Thompson Molloy

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