“About, Briefly, Me”—A small ego blurb

As of February, 2012, I have this to say about myself: Dan Ryan earned BA in Journalism from Lehigh University in 1987, but has only gotten serious about publishing creative work in the last year. In the past, he has at various times been a private investigator, a market research journalist, and a public school [...]

It Wasn’t All That Lyrical—A small happenstance

This house belongs to my neighbor across the street. He’s a very nice fellow. Works for Apple, hails from Nottingham, England. The other night I looked at his house and thought it would make an interesting image for a short story I had in mind. So I walked over and asked him if I could [...]

Wake Of A Buddhist Robot—A small service

“I have no idea how we are going to get her clothes off,” the Red One said. “Patience,” the Priest said, “You are Death, but Buddha will provide.”

Sleep Out For The Night—A small luminous

The sky is on fire, a kind of cold fire, like some other country’s war is in town for the night. At the distant stadium, there’s men bitching over cheap cups of expensive beer and torn tickets. But the town is quiet. It isn’t the kind of place that salesmen in some real estate stage [...]

Bored, Rainy Day—A small wandering story

There’s a map of everything to everywhere….. ….on my front porch. There’s nothing deeper here than that except a lesson I may have learned while I was out past my porch running some errands for my in-laws. My mother-in-law needed me to dispose of a stiff, dead opossum she had found in her yard. My [...]

The Passport Photo—A small reflection

I need a new passport for an upcoming trip to Tokyo, Japan. So I sent in my application two Fridays ago. And the State Department rejected it, the bastards. They didn’t like my photo. Said the dimensions or background were wrong. I have the memo. No biggie. I’ll just pay closer attention to the required [...]

The World Holds The World Up—A small incidental

The world seems to hold the world up, to support itself with twigs and leaves blown into place by the wind. I’ve never been much for hippie Rachel Carson thinking, but you can’t crush that kind of determination, that kind of will. We break something, and the world fixes it without us or our help. [...]

Sometimes I Feel—A small, strange compulsion and…

…the artificial moons that dot the landscape remind me of… …the warm, burning slumber of home.

A Picture I Took What I Liked—A small time exposure

When the space rockets come from Jesus, they’ll park down the street from your house.

Brisbane Nocturne—A small lunacy

Quiet moon, I hate you, hate your brightness. At these times of the year, you won’t let me hide from the evil I know the night normally harbors in the darkness. So, I guess those sons of bitches will see me coming. But on the bright side, I suppose, it will make it easier for [...]