Captain’s Last Stand
I bring Frankie out of his bedroom. It is 10:00PM, but he was not asleep. The Yankees play the Orioles in the Bronx. It is the top of the ninth inning; the home team...
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Riding Waves
Poem One lives with a weakened soul Wearing the armor of a coated past Fighting to change the unchanged Directions to choice are blasting a cask. Strange sights forging this war Canvassing the lands...
Whisper, Whisper, Wearily
Poem Surreally pleasant after glow, Charms of winter’s Falling snow In lingering footless paths And designated aftermaths Full calypso Tranquil night I breathe a subdued Deathly plight My lips parted, Passionately, beneath Blankets departedly...
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Short Story The only real objections seem to come from the oscillating fan swaying its head side to side in the corner. With the barrel of the 9mm handgun stuffed in his mouth,...
Welcome, Freedom
Freedom Poems Freedom – my shelter, my home! I forgot your kissing winds, I forgot your caressing hands. The way you make my heart pulse and throb, the way I am reaching...
Encountering Two Snakes
The orange trail ascends Halfway Mountain. Yellow and brown elm leaves blanket the flanks of the path. As I say something to Mira, I jump with a start. Inches away, a black rat snake...
Coasting – Part One
Short Story Milly: “I gotta take the bus home.” Von: “Okay.” Milly: “So I need two-fifty.” Von: “Where’s your bus pass?” Milly: “I don’t have it.” Von: “I know, but where is it?” Milly:...
