Author Archives: Conrad Reeder

About Conrad Reeder

B.A., M.F.A. Film, Theater & Communication Arts. Creative Writing: Playwriting. Lecturer at the University of Hawaii. Adjunct Faculty at Palm Beach State College. Currently working on a Ph. D. in Mythological Studies with Depth Psychology at Pacifica Graduate Institute. :: Graffiti, a new play about Goldie and Alice, neighbors who live in a trailer park in Holiday, Florida, and fight about Junior, the grandson Goldie raised. Junior is now a man, and Alice has noticed.

My Crazy Heart

Given all the grief floating around this planet, another book about “one woman’s journey” may sound like a snooze, but, at least, I’ve had an interesting life with some amazing characters like John Denver, Ginette Paris, Roger Nichols, Joy Monroe … Continue reading

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The Phantastical Gothic Ghost of Horace Walpole

 by C. Reeder Horace Walpole (1717-97) wrote a ghost story, but not just any ghost story. The dire events and super-sized shade of Prince Alfonso in The Castle of Otranto spooked the reading public, and catapulted Walpole to literary fame. … Continue reading

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TBT Babalooo! Where Are You?

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Roger’s Pantera. It went fast and it was REALLY loud. I could hear him coming at least a mile away with the low vrub-vrub-vrub, vibrating widows and such. Conversations in the car were impossible, what with muscular steel torqueing through bodies. … Continue reading

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Grief is Not a Choice

When I picked up Roger’s iPhone, after his last breath, a long time passed before I remembered to breathe. I froze. Some people do feint at the sight of death; maybe they forget to breathe? I was amazed that I … Continue reading

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Don’t get your socks all in a bunch. They are only words, right? I am a tree–felled by ax, thunder storms or bad ideas. Mainly boys, carve into my bark. Ouch! Don’t they know I bleed? The uncut tree numbers … Continue reading

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