CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Like Water For Dogs

From my front-room window I could see the old black dog as it stopped to lap water from the bowls at the edge of my lawn. Kobe was at the end of a short leash, which was controlled by his owner. I was glad to see the two of them. … Read More

Trash Man

My granddaughter Myah was sitting with me in the great chair her mother had bought for me, slowly unwrapping a Reese’s miniature peanut butter cup, the chocolate that is one of our indulgences. We were watching a YouTube Kids’ video on my iPad, and 4.10-year-old Myah, without looking at me, … Read More

The Poetry of April

“Who are your favorite poets?” Ethel Winslow, the Editor-in-Chief of The Weekly View, put that question to me during a conversation about National Poetry Month. As is likely, lately, my memory seized up, but I managed to squeeze out Randall Jarrell. Ethel immediately cited “Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner” … Read More

The Cellphone Age

A dog follower strolled behind his companion, one hand on the leash and the other on his cellphone. His head was bent toward the device, and he seemed oblivious to the early morning sunshine that lit his hair and shoulders. The man was not the first person to pass my … Read More

It’s Not Easy Being Green

Two men were sitting in an Irish bar discussing the shenanigans they were going to get into on St. Patrick’s day. I was shooting pool at a table near where they were seated, and between the cracking sound of pool balls colliding, I could hear their conversation, most of which … Read More