Author Archives: Charles Globe

Open the Book

I said I was going to post finished work to this blog once a week. I haven’t posted in going on three weeks now. Perhaps a global pandemic is a good excuse? In truth, I’ve spent the better part of the last few weeks inside my house with nothing to do but feed and cleanContinue reading “Open the Book”

Daily Distractions

I didn’t post last week because I was skiing and that was a reasonable enough excuse to forgive myself from writing anything formal. But I got back home Tuesday and have yet to write anything. I am journaling more, but my formal, cohesive and organized writing still moves at a torturous pace. I could sayContinue reading “Daily Distractions”

“A Picnic Before Death”

I wrote something new this week and somewhat in theme with Valentine’s day. Meals with those I love are my most treasured times. I will write more about my relationship with food and companionship in a future post. For now, please enjoy this poem and share a meal with someone you love today.   AContinue reading ““A Picnic Before Death””

“Larazetto”

I didn’t feel much like writing this week, but in creating this blog I made a commitment to myself and all those following. No less than a post a week, no excuses. I dug around in my files for something to post. An old story or a poem, something that I could re-work for anContinue reading ““Larazetto””

“Him”

The inspiration for this story stems from the radical feminist literature of Valerie Solanas and the speculative fiction of Harlan Ellison. Specifically the SCUM Manifesto by Solanas and the short story “Repent Harlequin!’ Said the Ticktockman.” by Ellison. I struggled over whether I should include the process I went through during this story’s composition orContinue reading ““Him””

“What do you do?”

I rebel against the notion that my identity is somehow defined by the work that I do and produce. It’s a simple question, “What do you do?” or “What are you?” and though I feel the inclination to respond with “writing” or “a writer” it feels a forced and disingenuous response. How am I toContinue reading ““What do you do?””