Willys Watson : Writing

Greed Simplified

Greed Simplified

A Story by Willys Watson


‘When a wolf cries at the funeral of a young lamb he does so not because he laments a life not fulfilled but because he sees that shortened life..
From Their Perspective

From Their Perspective

A Story by Willys Watson


FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVE After riding their bikes along the path that circled the park Gina and her father Doc were resting on one of the park benche..
Generational Chips (edited)

Generational Chips (edited)

A Story by Willys Watson


GENERATIONAL CHIPS 1. While inside a 7-11 buying his daily morning newspaper and coffee to go an older model compact pulled into a space near hi..
In Memorandum: My Cousin Earl

In Memorandum: My Cousin Earl

A Story by Willys Watson


In Memorandum: My Cousin Earl Today marks the day of the tragic, senseless and untimely demise of Earl Hogg, my cousin from west Texas who died at ..
The Smart Male Praying Mantis Survival Guide

The Smart Male Praying Mantis Survival Guide

A Story by Willys Watson


The Smart Male Praying Mantis Survival Guide: More and more young male praying mantises are entering the priesthood and, among other rituals, are e..
Not Your Average Masterpiece

Not Your Average Masterpiece

A Poem by Willys Watson


NOT YOUR AVERAGE MASTERPIECE The stack of unsigned autographs was never used because a lifetime of writing deceptive fluff has never seemed to be..
Finding Gina's Jane

Finding Gina's Jane

A Story by Willys Watson


FINDING GINA’S JANE 1. On the Sunday after school let out for the summer, and just four days before her eleventh birthday, Gina stepped ou..
The Generic They

The Generic They

A Poem by Willys Watson


The Generic They They do not look like us. They do not act like us. They do not talk like us. They sometimes frighten us. They? They do no..
Letting Our Ghosts Rest In Peace

Letting Our Ghosts Rest In Peace

A Poem by Willys Watson


LETTING OUR GHOSTS REST IN PEACE Within the realm of death not every demise can be registered on purely physical planes when our mortal souls cre..
South Of Heaven, North Of Hell

South Of Heaven, North Of Hell

A Poem by Willys Watson


Just something silly I wrote today to protect several phrases I came up with I love. Later I may rewrite this as more serious verse.