It helps, I think, that I’m a little on the chunky side. Don’t get upset. I know I’m chunky. I’m not upset about it, so you shouldn’t be either. And, honestly, it helps me. I’m […]
Christopher Hazlett
CTO By Day, Science Fiction writer other parts of the day. The stuff I write and find interesting lives here.
On the Train: Good Thing I Get Off at the Last Stop
This is what it looks like to fall apart. It’s not necessarily messy. There isn’t a drunken break down in front of the family around the dinner table. It’s a slow inexorable disintegration, not of […]
Chapter 7: Orientation
This is a serial novel, so if you’re new to Sol, it’s best to start at the beginning. —— RICK 34.15 My pod pivoted quickly around its central axis so the Earth was no longer […]
On the Train: All Blue
All blue. Woke up this morning. Put on my blue shirt, my blue pants, my blue fleece, my blue shoes.
On the Train: I’ve got three bags
It’s too many bags to take on the train, I know, but I’ve got three that I carry with me…every other weekend. The damn tan duffel that I stole from my Dad, my work bag […]
Chapter 6 – Day 17
I think I will always yearn for a fresh bagel from Zabar’s, a late-night slice at Famous Ray’s Pizza (or was it Ray’s Famous Pizza?), or those little blue and white coffee cups. Hell, I’d take any cup of coffee right now.
Chapter 5 – Middle of Night 9
As we’re drifting, we start to spin…slowly at first. I pull her close to me and we wrap our arms and legs around each other. The spin gets faster. I pull at her and she keeps asking me when it will be over.
The Tall Man
The tall man slid into the room. He was lanky, but all tall men that measure 201.34 centimeters are lanky, no matter their weight. He was perfect. Not in the sense that his abs were sculpted and his features were completely symmetrical.
Daddy’s Drinkable Sauce – For My Mom
Yes, it’s a real recipe. I might go a bit far in writing out the steps, but the sauce really is good. It’s also for my Mom and I figured it’s my site, so why not. Enjoy, Mom.
Parts of Me
Short poem written on a short turn around on the west coast…
Christopher Hazlett 