Alchemist Gift Author, Mark Giglio
Mark Giglio, author of Alchemist Gift
I started my adult life with an honorable discharge from the Air Force followed by a degree in English. Along came a wife and a baby boy. Circumstances lead me to follow my own bent and not the one I studied. I feel I have tasted enough of the bitter and sweet of life to share my notion of the life’s essence in my writing. I’ve always been interested in the connections people have with each other and the world around them. History, humanities, art, philosophy, anthropology, world religions and the natural world have been a fascination for me and a fountain head for inspirationh of a furniture and cabinet-maker. I still pursued my academic interest and wrote a poem here and a short story there for my own amusement, to keep my hand in, so to speak. For many years the real outlet for my creativity is my ability to create beautiful and unique furniture that is inspired by Alchemy and the European Renaissance.
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I come from a background of craftsmen and artists.
I had to set my degree aside and I took the path of a furniture and cabinet-maker. I still pursued my academic interest and wrote a poem here and a short story there for my own amusement, to keep my hand in, so to speak. For many years the real outlet for my creativity is my ability to create beautiful and unique furniture that is inspired by Alchemy and the European Renaissance Read more
Alchemist Gift – Roland Experiences Magic
“I can’t wait.” The woman giggled. “Come on, do you think it’s true what they say about him. Get real, an alchemist in the twenty-first century.”
The couple passed Roland, one on each side. The man answered the woman. “Who cares? All I know is he’s got some really great stuff. We may never run into this kind of collection again.” Once they passed Roland the man took the woman’s hand and they playfully pulled one another along until they reached the glowing porch. They dashed up the steps and disappeared into the house.
Roland kept up his pace. He thought about Liz and what he had lost and how he had lost it. As he approached the Victorian house a strong, cold gust of wind pushed Roland toward the front porch. He grabbed onto the handrail to keep from falling over. He held on when he received another blast of now rain laden wind and decided to take refuge inside the foyer. He pulled himself up the stairs and entered a medieval and renaissance treasure trove. Read more
Alchemist Gift Roland is seeing things
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Alchemist Gift continued: Cesare left the yard by a side gate. As he crossed the square, he happened upon a carter Giovanni Billini who was leading his donkey and small cart out of an alley. Cesare hired Giovanni quite often to deliver his pieces.
“Hey Giovanni, here, over here.” called out Cesare.
Giovanni waved to Cesare. “Salve, Cesare. What brings you to town?”
“I have come to collect some wood.”
Giovanni laughed. “You live in a forest my friend.”
“So I do.” Cesare grinned and shook hands with Giovanni.
They first met when Giovanni asked for lodging one night nine or ten years past. Giovanni was just let out of the army. He lost his left eye in a battle with the Turks and was returning home to his little village to the south, very near the Convent of Santa Dorotea. Read more
Some New Insight into Roland’s Character
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Alchemist Gift continued: Mark decided that we need to see a little more about Roland to understand him a better and added a segment to reveal his character. This segment is in the story where Roland is sitting at the cafe because he didn’t want to be at home alone. Liz was busy that night. Here’s the new passage:
Roland opened one of the reference books and started to read about alchemy. His need for people usurped his ability to concentrate as a steady stream of diners passed him on their way to eat and drink. He would read a passage or two and find himself looking up from the text when he heard a bit of conversation or the sound of a girl’s voice. He was there long enough to recognize the people who entered eventually leave.
A black Lexus pulled up in front of the restaurant. Roland gave a quick glance and looked down at his book. Read more
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Alchemist Gift continued: “Holy crap, sorry about that!” A surge of adrenaline caused him to flush and his heart pounded. He looked down at Lila’s legs again and then away. ”Whew.”
“Don’t be sorry, you can look all you like.” Lila smiled and opened the window and gave a throaty chuckle. She had her panties on her finger tips and tossed them out the window. “And just like that, woo-woo.” The breeze came through the window and billowed under her dress. “That cold air feels so yummy down there and on my legs too. I’ve got goose bumps, feel.” She took Roland’s hand and slowly guided it up and down her thigh.
Roland swallowed hard. “Lila, you know, I’ve got a girlfriend.” Roland allowed Lila to continue to guide his hand. She brought it closer and closer to her crotch and then suddenly tossed his hand into his lap. Read more
Thanks to our readers for catching misspellings
Alchemist thanks to reader Virgil for catching the misspelling of bass in the last blog. It was written as base, but since it is the bass in music, the spelling is bass. A good pair of eyes is still better than spell check.
Alchemist Gift continues in San Diego
Alchemist Gift: He knew she wasn’t ignoring him, it wouldn’t be like her. Liz was in the habit of shutting her phone off when she did her volunteer work. He checked his impatience. She finally sent a text around six that evening. She might be able to meet him at The Edelweiss around eight that evening; that is if she wasn’t needed. But even that was a big maybe.
Roland drove back to the granny flat and parked the car under the cramped carport off the alley. It was a little after six. As he sat in the car he looked in his wallet. He had a twenty, three fives and seven one dollar bills. He didn’t really want to be stuck in his hovel and eat a bowl of noodles alone.
“Screw it.” He grabbed his back pack that held a few reference books and his laptop and headed back to The Edelweiss. Read more
Alchemist Gift continued: Roland and Liz sat outside at one of the tables that were protected by a large yellow umbrella. The restaurant had a spacious setback from the sidewalk. Brian, the owner and self-appointed uncle to both Roland and Liz, thought it would be a good idea to offer the al fresco experience at The Edelweiss. He put half a dozen tables out and installed a wrought iron railing to give the place a continental touch. They ate their breakfast in relative silence. Roland was brooding and Liz was second guessing her no sex policy. They sipped their coffee and whenever they made eye contact they exchanged fleeting little smiles.