Isaac Haldeman
Bio
NYC
I enjoy stories and telling them.
I’m the rich father before I am the poor artist.
Working on a novel. Why is it so hard?! ;)
@isaachaldeman
Stories (47/0)
“If you have to tell someone you hate them…tell me.”
My "authentic self" is a man I reconnected with on the path, cut by life, through my divorce. 10 years of simping hid him in the back rooms of my mind, but I caught a glimpse of him just as a version of me was being gutted in a river, by the sharp words of my wife. “You are nothing, nothing but a disappointment and a loser.”…and then some. I didn’t know how to let him lead the show but this deadly baptism got him to come to the front.
By Isaac Haldeman about a year ago in Confessions
Pay Load
My grip’s slipping on the metal bar I’m holding onto. The bar stretches beyond the horizon, imposibly far. I look down at a deep hole hundreds of miles below me, the edges of the hole move in and down like it’s consuming everything outside it. A black hole…my stomach falls out from below me. My legs are filling with lead. In my panic I open my mouth and bite down on the bar…the sound of my teeth cracking and the taste of rust…
By Isaac Haldeman 2 years ago in Fiction
Bail Me In
Hello new friend! Welcome to my cobweb. My name is Straighty Hay Man. I am a piece of alfalfa that was turned into hay over 40 years ago, then named by an angel and saved by a gust of wind. I still can't believe I have a name...most hay is simply clumped together for animal feed. Lux is my angel, and it is she who taught me, "I am more than just a cut, dried, and yellowed piece of alfalfa.” She was wide eyed, full of laughter and she always left life in her wake. Her hands plucked me out from a bale, held me tight, then eventually placed me here, in this old barn to be given purpose. That was over 40 years ago now. I’d love to tell you a few stories about Lux and life in this old barn if you’d listen.
By Isaac Haldeman 2 years ago in Fiction
