Kyle R. Schreiber Part 1: Strangers & Coffee Far from a coffee snob or a foodie, I once slept at a truck stop in Montana, and I’ve got to tell ya to this day, that was the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had the next morning. It all started when Pat O’Mara and I …
Category Archives: Free Write
Always Going Somewhere
“You’re always going somewhere”
How I wish to be a Traveling Writer
Kyle Schreiber Someday I’ll be a traveling writer; I’ve got a story or two to tell. Nothing bad or defaming, but I figure what the hell. Now that I think of it, I’ve got more than just one or two, I think I have about six dozen active ideas, but let’s keep that between me …
A Journal from Bidwell Park
Kyle Schreiber What was I suppose to do? Where should I sit? I mean, the park is only so big and most of the trees were occupied by yoga enthusiasts or bongo musicians. In the open grass picnics were underway with smiles and sunshine filling the air. I passed a few fellas playing hacky sack …
Life Currently
I’m getting tired of being treated like a poker chip in a world leaders high stakes game.
7th Street Station
Kyle Schreiber I’ve found myself imprisoned in a dimly lit subway station for the past three years. All around passengers waited for trains, ready to move on with their lives. Every now and again a train would approach. The bright light fixed on the engine’s nose would illuminate the ugly puke-colored floor tiles and …
Black Dog, White Jacket, and Raquel
Black Dog, White Jacket, and Raquel Vern called me a few days before Christmas asking for a favor. “I’m taking Renée down to Grove City to do some last minute shopping with my parents. Would you mind letting Tucker out?” “How many times should I stop by? I was going to head into West Seneca …
Lights Out
One evening in late August, a power outage struck across the entire city of Buffalo. Now this probably wouldn’t bother most people, however, I am terrified of the dark. This fear is recent; I never seemed to be troubled in childhood by this phobia, but something happened a while back, and since then, I haven’t been …
Highway 160
Something is living in the darkness of Highway 160
North Jupiter Inlet 