CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Do One Thing

January 16, 2014 | by CJ Woods III

I visited my friend Lisa in Clearwater Beach one year during October; a storm had just passed and we were walking on the beach in the late evening. She stopped to examine conch shells — she called them “warrior conchs,” but I think the proper designation is “fighting conch” — … Read More

The White Hair

January 9, 2014 | by CJ Woods III

On a great brow of land there was a village; below the village gaped a thing called “Eye,” so the village called itself “Eyebrow.” The villagers grew from the soil of this brow, and when the young ones asked the older, “How are we called?” they were told, “We are … Read More

The Right Side Of History

December 19, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

We scribblers great and small are scratching onto the surfaces of our lives the record of events that preceded the moment we sat down to write. Some of these events will be reviewed and dismissed as mundane, important only to the writer and the writer’s circle; other events will be … Read More

Hand Jive

December 12, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“You must be a doctor, the way your goin’ after those hands,” a man said to me in the men’s room. The only comfort I could take in his observation is that he was waiting to get to the sink; this does not happen much in men’s rooms, and if … Read More

Where Is The Love?

December 5, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My youngest daughter sent me a message saying that she was “going downtown” to serve meals to the homeless. She had cooked, served and eaten her own Thanksgiving meal and was preparing to serve those less fortunate. I was heart-swollen, and there might have occurred an incident of rain on … Read More