Implicated Imagine me, five years old, and scared to death to open my eyes — to take even the bitsiest peep — during prayers at the dinner table, at church services, or weddings. Was it some rule set by my God-fearing mother, a warning from a Sunday school teacher, or just basic intuition? Don’t lookContinue reading “Implicated”

An Alan Smithee Joint

An Alan Smithee Joint Ryan Everett Felton                 As press junkets go, this one was just anemic, Val thought. She’d been to smart phone video game tournaments, e-zine release parties, hell – even a Brad Garrett book signing with higher attendances. Judging by the other half-dozen reporters’ attireContinue reading “An Alan Smithee Joint”


Correspondence Ryan Everett Felton “We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson Mother was an eccentric, yes, but for the first time in my adult life I can say without a doubt that she was perfectly sane. The day we laid her to rest (that’s such a funny thing to say, isn’t it?Continue reading “Correspondence”

Her Perplexed Words

Her Perplexed Words Ryan Everett Felton             After a long day at the library, sweet old Ms. Goodson was somewhat dismayed to find her front door obstructed by a stray sphinx, curled up and napping on her welcome mat.             “Oh, wonderful,” she said. Hitching her purse up her shoulder, she lifted a dainty footContinue reading “Her Perplexed Words”