It is Independence Day. There is red, white and blue bunting hung from porches and windows. The air has the scent of smoke; it’s there in the background but always present. You almost don’t notice it...
David Hicks published his first novel, White Plains, last year and then proceeded to launch a whirlwind tour of the USA to promote it. This he did on his own with very little support from his publisher and was basically accomplished by sheer determination and a whole lota gumption (yes, I used the word "gumption" [...]
A long time ago, way back in college, I had an apartment two blocks off Height Street in San Francisco. It was a nondescript thing just a box on the third floor where the “rooms” were defined by how you placed the furniture. But I had a TV and a stereo with large speakers and [...]
It was late December 2007 and I was driving home from work listening to the radio. There is an indie station that plays Christmas music by alternative bands with alternative takes on the holiday and that is the only type of Christmas music I listen to because yeah, I’m that guy. And then a [...]
My dear friend Michael Daly retired from teaching today. A rather large amount of people gathered in a ballroom to celebrate his career and the man. He mingled the crowd as we sipped our cocktails and nibbled the h'orderves. There were handshakes and pats on the back and hugs. It was a quiet and sedate [...]
So this entry in the Kong project is the one I am (or was) least familiar with; that is I don’t remember seeing this as a child. But it feels familiar somehow, like I should have seen it. It has a “played in syndication for the majority of the 70s on a local UHF station” [...]
I wheeled the bike from the garage and took a deep breath. It was the start of the lull week that happened every summer. The week when every kid I knew was off at camp and I was on my own. Every year the neighborhood children would be shipped off to some 7 day secluded [...]
The past is not romantic. It is not an adventure. It is not a drama. It is neither a comedy nor tragedy. It is not a movie. It is not any of these things. But memory cheats. Memory will take fragments of events, disjointed and vague and merge them with hints of forgotten emotion then cobble [...]
About the Author
Paul Matthew Carr
Paul is a writer, artist and designer. He spends an inordinate amount of time on the Internet blogging about silly things and even more time making things up and then attempting to convince people they are proper stories. He also talks into microphones from time to time.