Brian Eckert

Writer. Wanderer. Dreamer. Skeptic. Man.

Tag: Writing

Self-Portrait

Jehovah’s Witnesses had always struck me as Bolsheviks. But I had never seen a Bolshevik like her.

Emperor in Exile

A man with a mustache and glasses is kneeling over his garden pulling weeds. He spots me and motions me over. “You are that American, nay?” he says. “I heard you took the apartment in the back. My name is Wolf.” “I’m Brian. Nice garden, Wolf.” “Not bad, nay? It keeps me busy. And you? […]

Denver to Salt Lake by Bus

Went West with dust of haunted dreams in my blood. Stopped just short of where white caps crash against the sky. In Denver, just to get away, because I have to get away from something, just to kill some time, because I have to kill something.

Jingle Bell Rock

The man in that picture could not possibly have sensed that his upwardly mobile aspirations would one day leave him estranged from the very life and family he’d hope to build, that being a parent and husband would be little more than a hobby he practiced in his free time. I almost feel sorry for him.

A Newly Single Lump of Flesh

I take what is left of my potatoes and flatten them out on the rim of the plate. I want her to acknowledge how smooth I’ve gotten them.

I smirk.

My silence has no motive.