I’ve just posted several thousand words. Please, if you’ve liked anything you’ve read here, scroll down a bit to see everything I’ve just posted. Plans are in the works to make it easier for you. I’ve nothing against the Torah, but the scroll doesn’t cut it at [...]
The following is a work in progress. If I choose to add another installment, the above title will appear plus “Part 2.” The end seems like a both a stopping point and a jumping-off point, so it feels right to me. Hope you agree. — D.
It was fifth period, and just a few hours [...]
Ain’t winter some bullshit? Not even the warm kind that fertilizes your flowers and reminds you of your home town. No, this is some cold, hostile shit like Israeli-Arab relations. This shit will kill you.
Ever since I was a little boy, I knew it. I heard my mother say, “Boys, you better [...]
Killing our fake selves
is a good reason to live,
better than any
On the other hand
a real self is a straw dog;
daylight will burn it
Under microscopes
that focus our attention
on it loose dry parts.
One day I saw “me”
so clearly that I became
dandelion seeds
That drifted away
because I will let them [...]
Hello, readers. That’s my name in the title there. Only my mom calls me James. Everyone else calls me Jim, Wog or Wogs, short for Polliwog. I got the name from my Uncle Niles when I was a wee lad the one time the whole fam went to the beach. I didnt’ want to leave [...]
Jolly ho, readers! You like pirates? No? Well, you should be used to them by now. Seems that they landed here a couple hundred years ago and eventually traded in their leggings for suit pants. The other Pirates need all the love they can get after taking so many beatings.
But I’m off topic, [...]
No one has yet assessed what life would be without ye, consumers of the literati. After all I live every day for you, it’s true.
Two days ago I speed through the day trying to memorize as much of a short story as I could scribe on my lunch break at the grocery store. [...]
Joe and Bonnie Tierny made Little Mikey go to bed at ten o’clock Saturday nights so he could get a good night’s sleep before Sunday school in the morning. Tommy, the oldest could get away with staying out late in Joe and Bonnie went out on a date. This meant they would bring [...]
[ I feel obliged to remind readers that all of the events described below are entirely fictional. Any similarity to actual Venango County police officers is coincidental.
Futhermore, nothing in the following story is intended to damage the reputation of any police officer in Franklin, Oil City or any law enforcement agency in Venango County or [...]
