Fishing for Light

a new satire by Nathaniel Sewell

Fishing for Light by Nathaniel Sewell tells an incredibly entertaining tale that is full of quirky characters and grandiose schemes.
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My Sister at 50

50 years old? Funny idea, it seems so casual to express your age at the DMV before they digitally mash your fingerprints, and then they coldly snap your candid jailhouse photo with your eyelids half-shut, that hopefully does not end up on the evening news. But, like the day you were born, or the moment you will die - they are specific dates to your life’s journey. I wonder at what point in our life we stopped expressing our age in months or halves, as in, "I'm 5 and 1/2 or, I'm 7 and 3 months." Continue Reading


  Have you ever tak'en to runnin’ across a thick grass field at dusk? To sprint alone unaware there ain’t no ever, no end, The fall leaves they be a turnin’, but I’m a child so I’m not aware, Summer fireflies they long be gone, but the scent of cattle hay rolled into thick bales now be ready for the winter barn, As I chase that yellow sun settin’ at the evenin’ point, I chase it ‘till I have no more air in my maturing lungs, And I wonder, But then I fall into the Continue Reading

The Adventures of Pink Petunia – Lesson #2 – The Doctor Visit

I am fortunate the author dude, you know the silly looking bow tie wearing human to the right – he keeps my busy calendar well organized. As I have a great deal of daily activities, napping under his desk, snoring, breakfast, dinner, treats, treats and more treats, the regular belly rub or belly scratch, my constitutional walks, then playing with my rope, and of course the grooming sessions to brush my thick fur. I am first and foremost, a lady. But I’m also a guard dog, I am a fierce hunter Continue Reading

National Dog Day: The Adventures of Pink Petunia – Lesson #1 – A Woman’s Shoes

Hi! I’m Pinky. I'm a guard dog. I'm a fierce hunter! Woof! Sorry, Pinky is my owner’s nickname for me.  I should let you know up front, I actually own them, but they just don’t know it. I allow them to live in the fantasy world that they are in charge; it’s good for their self-esteem, and it helps me to get what I want. What do I want? Treats! Treats! Treats! And Belly Rubs ... It’s not their fault that they're weak minded - telling me they love me. I’m not sure what that means, as I’m Continue Reading


I have felt the embrace from pure evil. It waited. It lurked. It was not a warm embrace, but a starkly cold whisper that chilled my spirit. It rarely appeared as a whole, preferring to nibble at the soul’s edges until there was nothing left for it to feed. The bones had been bleached white. It whispered final instructions, and then disappeared. But then the sun came up. Without the bright light from the choice to seek love and happiness, darkness grows; it grows, it billows charred black Continue Reading

Under A Kind Willow Tree

I wrote this poem a long time ago imaging an older man sleeping on a couch. It is a Sunday afternoon, winter and from a time when the Sunday newspaper was full of news, opinion and the like that you looked forward to reading from beginning to end, and typically had your fingertips glossed with dark ink. I had a friend express that it was a useful poem for them to explain how they felt. It is my attempt to explain 'what is going on' behind the eyeballs of someone who has been abused, bullied Continue Reading

Talk, Don’t Be a Chicken Hawk

One of my favorites songs, of all time, was What About Now by Robbie Robertson. There's gonna be a change of season, mmm-hmmm Indian summer look around and it's gone Why you wanna save the best for last We grow up so slowly and grow old so fast The song is still a reminder for me that I should live in the now. I cannot change the past, I can plan for the future, but I live in the present tense. And my hopes and dreams are but fantasies unless I take action to mold them into Continue Reading

Blood Test Detects Risk of Suicide I think Epigenetic science is continuing to uncover hidden markers within our genetic code that will help those that need help. I just finished a 2 hour radio interview and in part we discussed the linked story.  I wrote about a blood test in the novel, Bobby's Socks. It is bitter sweet to share an excerpt from Bobby's Socks.  The below excerpt was written several years ago, at the time there was no Continue Reading

536 S. Hope Street, Los Angeles, CA 90071

536 S. Hope Street, Los Angeles, California 90071 was the address my grandfather, Sewell, lived at in Los Angeles, California in 1926. My grandfather, a Kentucky boy, met my grandmother, Hazel, a Kansas girl, for the first time after he had turned left, and walked to the corner of 5th Street and Hope Street, Los Angeles, California in 1926. Unfortunately, you cannot make the same evening stroll because the little house he lived in no longer exists, and the L.A. County Library has taken over Continue Reading

PBS Article – Abuse Casts a Long Shadow This is a great article that highlights the nasty nature behind childhood trauma. It is the science behind the novel I wrote, Bobby's Socks and the adapted screen play that I am currently dreaming about getting funded. BUT, if you don't dream big, then don't get out of bed. At these moments in my life I have always had a basic philosophy that drives me forward, "Work Hard, Play Hard". If you have a dream and take no action, then Continue Reading