Dan Glover
Bio
I hope to share with you my stories on how words shape my life, how the metaphysical part of my existence connects me with everyone and everything, and the way the child inside me expresses the joy I feel.
Stories (36/0)
The Master
When I applied for the job one question stood out on the application. It asked if I had ever been arrested or convicted for an act of moral turpitude. It sounded quite dire and though I couldn’t remember ever being charged with such a crime at the same time I didn’t know exactly what constituted an act of moral turpitude.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Ending My Troubles
I’d heard that certain universities offered their employees free tuition. Since I had no money to attend college I thought how I might take a job as a custodian or some other such low-level task that someone without knowledge and devoid of prospects could be expected to do.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Profit and Value
There was a time when having no other means of earning a living I took a job delivering newspapers to people who lived far from any town or city. I would go into the city very early each morning to a warehouse to pick up stacks of newspapers before setting out to drive a hundred miles of obscure back roads while throwing papers from the window of my car at the appointed places.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Pretense
I was once visiting a faraway town where a distant family member lived. I did not know this town well but I would from time to time wander about the outskirts searching for nothing in particular. One morning I saw an old man standing by the river that ran its meandering course in through the heart of the town and back out again. Being springtime the weeds on the river banks had yet to grow too tall to walk through. The stinging nettles had yet to acquire their bite.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Strength
People look down on me and pretend that I don’t know that they do it. I can never talk to them, not really. I can never say anything to them about things of importance, things like the nature of good and evil, how these things we take for granted are merely imposters for the reality we can never know. If I make an attempt to tell anyone these things a look of befuddlement crosses their face.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Water
As a boy, I lived close to a raging river. If I kept my bedroom window open at night I could hear the waters tumbling over and over as they roared and rumbled into infinity, for not a half mile from my home an enormous waterfall thundered over a high cliff forming a deep swirling pool of dark water on the rocks below. This river was said to be fed by a hundred streams.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Understanding
I don’t remember learning to swim. My older brothers tell me how I used to tag along with them to the riverbank when I had barely started walking. They say it was a wonder that I didn’t drown the way I would throw myself into the water. I have no memory of those days but because I am so much a part of it the water has never held any fear for me.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Good and Evil
When the child ran out in front of my car it was as if I watched it all unfolding in slow motion. I slammed on my brakes but the tires found no purchase on the wet pavement. A second before the child slammed into the grillwork I closed my eyes. When the police arrived I failed to tell them I was talking on my cell phone when the accident happened. I rationalized to myself that it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Harmonizing
One spring day many years ago as a young man I traveled to a faraway land where people say ya’ll to visit my father. He owned a farm but to earn a living he worked in the heating and cooling industry. He had been an employee of a large company in a city some thirty miles from where he lived but since they didn’t pay him in accordance with his experience he decided to start his own business. When I came to visit he was in the process of building a shop to house his new business. I offered my help. He accepted.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Acceptance
At one time I worked for a factory owned by a big corporation. I was in charge of making sure production goals were met each month. Everyone in the factory knew my name. I was the one they would come to when trouble brewed. I could be counted on. People called me mister and sir.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction
The Nameless
I once lived alongside the banks of the I & M canal in a small town located in northern Illinois. At one time it linked Lake Michigan to the Illinois River and onward to the mighty Mississippi. Interested in its origins I read how the canal had been dug by hand with the toil of thousands of immigrants from all over the world. When completed, mules towed boats along the canal back and forth from big city to rural river. I used to walk those old mule trails traveling many miles there and back again.
By Dan Glover2 years ago in Fiction