Author Archives: pdxwriters

My card was a picture of El Sol, “the sun.” I immediately recognized this card as it was part of a “Bingo en Español” set I had purchased for my grandchildren. El Sol was N-46 in Bingo-eze. This card brought … Continue reading →

Juan checked and then rechecked his equipment. Deep breath, then running. He reached the first support, grabbed the package and attached it without slowing. His hands already grabbed the next one before the beep-beep confirmed that the first charge was … Continue reading →

Cara walked across the street. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going. “Ned, you know I have no time for this,” she sputtered into her cell phone as she dug into her bag looking for her—what was … Continue reading →

The beauty of the desert is often misunderstood. As the sun rises on the golden sand, desert life awakens—greens and browns, oranges and reds, turquoises and ebonies all stretch to greet the day, and those who are destined to share … Continue reading →

Many published writers in my family. Some earned their livings entirely by writing. Newspaper columnists – theater reviews, boating. “New Yorker” short story. Magazine articles. Writing awards. All successful. All alcoholics. I am a writer – not yet published. I … Continue reading →

The weight of the world is on our shoulders. Especially in a world where corruption embodies the norm. But we strive to outlast our elders and perservere for this place we call home. And though that weight seems to follow … Continue reading →

Tranquility and peace. That was all she wanted. Sue came to the Everglades because it was as far as she could go on the little money she could scrape together. The bus driver was nice, recognizing there was something haunting … Continue reading →

He looked up from the laptop screen, suddenly feeling the weight of the world settle upon him like a weighted vest. He felt the cold steel of the pistol next to the keyboard, and he knew he could put it … Continue reading →