Posted in short stories on April 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
”I think I ripped off part of my gum,” Arden boasted just moments ago. He showed me a tooth with blooded roots that came out of his mouth. All weekend he has been grasping inside his mouth with fingers caked with dirt under the nails, trying to yank free the jaws of childhood.
At eleven he [...]
Posted in Blogroll, short stories on April 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The following essay on H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds was written by a close friend I met in an on-line literary forum.
Years ago, when I started this blog, and there was nobody reading me, I met a stranger on line who encouraged me to press on.
He has granted me permission to publish his literary review [...]
Posted in short stories on April 17, 2008 | No Comments »
Raquan’s orange Gideon Bible is hidden behind his 8th grade school portrait in my living room. I placed it there several years ago so the cats wouldn’t shred the thin pieces of paper on which the books of Psalms and Proverbs have been published next to the complete New Testament collection. Why he brought his [...]
Posted in short stories on April 13, 2008 | No Comments »
I lived in Bed-Stuy for three years before discovering the Home Depot around the corner. The superstore is just three blocks away. Rarely do I ever head in the direction of Nostrand Avenue. That’s why I didn’t know the store was there. I use the subway station just out the door, on the corner of [...]
Posted in short stories, tagged deer hunting on April 12, 2008 | No Comments »
Uncle Frank missed killing the same eight-point buck that escaped the cross hairs of my 30-30 rifle. By the time the whitetail crossed an opening in a wooded area fifty yards below the quarry road where Frank was sitting in his jeep, the animal was traveling at top speed. When I shot and missed it [...]
Posted in short stories on April 10, 2008 | No Comments »
Until today, Grandma Miller has never mentioned Grandma Taylor in casual conversation with me. She has kept quiet, about the other side of the family, pretending not to know very much about Esther “Meme” Taylor. Mom and Dad were divorced 30 years ago. Perhaps grandma Miller remains bitter at my father, for how he treated [...]
Posted in short stories, tagged food, cooking, apple cake, cakes on April 6, 2008 | No Comments »
My grandmother had an apple orchard. There were approximately fifty trees behind her pink mobile home. In the valley just below her cozy tin can, my grandfather George built a place to store the bushels of fruit. Within this cool, dark cavern the apples were stored on crates upon wooden shelves. There were no real [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, tagged army sex, first time, wet dreams on April 6, 2008 | No Comments »
Lisa crawled inside my sleeping bag. Most may consider our snuggling an act unbecoming of soldiers, but in Division Rear Platoon, we were the mascots, merely kids that everyone had somehow adopted. Baby faced and still wet behind the ears, we were cute together. That is why we got away with what we did in [...]
Posted in Blogroll, charity, tagged city council, fake charity, michael bloomberg, new york city slush fund on April 4, 2008 | No Comments »
New York’s City Council was caught with their split hooves in the cookie jar yesterday. The U.S. attorney’s office is investigating why more than $4 million was tucked neatly away in a “slush fund” and distributed to non-existing community organizations with irresistible names like the “Firewood Senior Center” and “Moving Up Building Bridges”.
Council Speaker Christine [...]
Posted in short stories, tagged ass, bootie, john cena on April 4, 2008 | No Comments »
