I’ll have to beg your pardon. I don’t ususally write so many military-themed pieces. Maybe its because of the Iran War, but I’ve been finding more of these pieces in my archive prescient. This one was especially difficult for me to pen. When it comes to state sanctioned conflict, it’s hard to let go and … More Fidelis
I brought him home in a taped-up box. I wasn’t planning on taking the old cat. I had visited many times before and this was supposed to be just another play date. Something clicked somewhere, like he told me to do it. His meowing kept my heart rate up on the drive. I kept telling … More Charlie
I thought the world would stop for me. I thought I would live longer than the corporations I saw the birth of. I thought we were going to change it all. But nothing changed, even though everything did. It was selfish, self-centered and narcissistic of me. Deep down in our spleen, we all are. Music … More Pluto
Bernie’s Bungalow is for sale. The owner, I suppose, is moving on. The family has faced their fair share of challenges. When I was a young man, and mine and Anna’s friend group was an ocean wide and a bathtub thick, it was our party central. Many a weekend we spent drinking, smoking hookah, acting … More The Bungalow
My friend is an old Vietnam veteran. He’s told me a few stories about it. But like most vets he keeps most of the stories close to his chest I think. He has lived a rich life of travel, adventure, and intrigue. He’s explored jungles and deserts, mountains and oceans. Indeed, his war years are … More All Quiet…
This piece has adult content in it. It’s a long piece comparative to what I usually post, by almost triple. It’s firmly a novelette. It will take time to read. I resisted the temptation to split it into two pieces. The piece only really works as one. It’s a prequel to the story I wrote … More When the Fog Settles
The first man I met from America was so obviously an American. He spoke with a southern drawl, a mountainous gut from good living and a Harley Davidson shirt. He used to be in the military. Some kind of radioman I think. He was called Jesse. But his Italian, Ohmygod, his Italian. The best, better … More Alba Sulla Montagna Part 2
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