Short stories, tall ideas.....mythic to modern, grim to whimsical.
Sound Design by Brent Robison and Tom Newton.
Audio Engineering by Tom Newton.
Image above by Bryan Maloney.
The Strange Recital is also available on: iTunes, Soundcloud, Facebook, TuneIn, YouTube, Spotify and iHeart Radio.
Short stories, tall ideas.....mythic to modern, grim to whimsical.
Sound Design by:
Brent Robison and Tom Newton.
Audio Engineering by Tom Newton.
Image above by Bryan Maloney.
The Strange Recital is also available on: iTunes, Soundcloud, Facebook, TuneIn, YouTube and iHeart Radio.
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"Affecting lightheartedness, I trod the moist pavements of the narrow streets. As though in tears and veiled, the lamps glimmered through the chill gloom and sucked their reflections slowly from the wet ground. The forgotten years of my youth came back to me. How I used to love the dark, sad evenings of late autumn and winter...."
In this excerpt from a literary classic, a man meditates on his own nature and his difficult relationship with society. Maybe you understand his isolation; maybe not. Is alienation universal, or just for the few?
"Affecting lightheartedness, I trod the moist pavements of the narrow streets. As though in tears and veiled, the lamps glimmered through the chill gloom and sucked their reflections slowly from the wet ground. The forgotten years of my youth came back to me. How I used to love the dark, sad evenings of late autumn and winter...."
In this excerpt from a literary classic, a man meditates on his own nature and his difficult relationship with society. Maybe you understand his isolation; maybe not. Is alienation universal, or just for the few?
Narrated by Tom Newton.
Narrated by Tom Newton.
"The month was October, the day brilliant. Bareheaded, bald too young but well-bearded, a man not long past his youth strode along Bleecker, his comfortable shoes belying the business-like focus of his venture. His water-flow way of dodging fellow walkers was well-practiced, a city-dweller's skill used even as he hunted."
Three lives intersect for reasons unknown. One has a strange gift: a poet who may be a seer. Does he really know the history and future of the world? Or maybe this is some sort of love story, who knows?
"The month was October, the day brilliant. Bareheaded, bald too young but well-bearded, a man not long past his youth strode along Bleecker, his comfortable shoes belying the business-like focus of his venture. His water-flow way of dodging fellow walkers was well-practiced, a city-dweller's skill used even as he hunted."
Three lives intersect for reasons unknown. One has a strange gift: a poet who may be a seer. Does he really know the history and future of the world? Or maybe this is some sort of love story, who knows?
Narrated by Brent Robison.
Narrated by Brent Robison.
"I saw that Constance had emailed me suggesting we meet. She was embroiled in a mystery and needed my help. She would tell me more in person. We met on a bench in a park. The mystery was complicated. It involved two or more people who appeared to be one..."
A man accompanies his friend to Paris to solve a mystery. But is it really a mystery, or something else? This is a story that challenges the very nature of storytelling—with a smile. Enjoy!
"I saw that Constance had emailed me suggesting we meet. She was embroiled in a mystery and needed my help. She would tell me more in person. We met on a bench in a park. The mystery was complicated. It involved two or more people who appeared to be one..."
A man accompanies his friend to Paris to solve a mystery. But is it really a mystery, or something else? This is a story that challenges the very nature of storytelling—with a smile. Enjoy!
Narrated by Tom Newton.
Narrated by Tom Newton.
"The last time I saw my father I barely saw him. Now that morning seems sharp as shears but I know it wasn’t. I was half-asleep. I think I made my way to the kitchen. I think my father was already starting to leave. We may have hugged."
An enigmatic young woman tries to make sense of her life alone in an unnamed city full of demolitions and abandoned buildings. This metaphor-driven new novel from an award-winning author follows its narrator's fragmented insights on a path toward understanding.
"The last time I saw my father I barely saw him. Now that morning seems sharp as shears but I know it wasn’t. I was half-asleep. I think I made my way to the kitchen. I think my father was already starting to leave. We may have hugged."
An enigmatic young woman tries to make sense of her life alone in an unnamed city full of demolitions and abandoned buildings. This metaphor-driven new novel from an award-winning author follows its narrator's fragmented insights on a path toward understanding.
Narrated by Ellenora Cage.
Narrated by Ellenora Cage.
"For three years, we knew Dad had a lump in his throat. He had trouble swallowing, and several times a day, he would be possessed by a mad coughing fit that would leave him clutching the furniture for support."
In this opening from a highly-praised novel, an adult daughter begins to face her father's chronic pain, his impending death. How will she respond to his request for a merciful release?
"For three years, we knew Dad had a lump in his throat. He had trouble swallowing, and several times a day, he would be possessed by a mad coughing fit that would leave him clutching the furniture for support."
In this opening from a highly-praised novel, an adult daughter begins to face her father's chronic pain, his impending death. How will she respond to his request for a merciful release?
Narrated by V.N. Alexander.
Narrated by V.N. Alexander.
"The scent of cardamom wafted from Father. Mother wore a liripipe of azure silk that drew out her narrow chin, hazel eyes, and the grey streaks in her hair. I watched Father’s gaze dart among the hills. Columns of smoke crept through a windless sky."
In this novel excerpt, a young man feigns madness, trades vision for vision amongst ruffians in a dark tavern, and meets his raven companions. But is this really his life story?
"The scent of cardamom wafted from Father. Mother wore a liripipe of azure silk that drew out her narrow chin, hazel eyes, and the grey streaks in her hair. I watched Father’s gaze dart among the hills. Columns of smoke crept through a windless sky."
In this novel excerpt, a young man feigns madness, trades vision for vision amongst ruffians in a dark tavern, and meets his raven companions. But is this really his life story?
Narrated by Tom Newton.
Narrated by Tom Newton.