My work is based on who I am now and have been in the past. It is based on a lifetime of reading. Autobiography, standard fiction, sci/fi, fantasy, westerns. I plan to put together a collection of short stories to publish via Amazon.
Death Came in with Gentle Jaws
Death came in with gentle jaws to steal away the life of Billy Delaney. The time was minus by a few moments half-past three. The arthritic old patchwork dog on the floor stirred an instant but did not wake up. Mrs. Delaney - Margie - snored ever more loudly, cunningly erecting a palpable wall of sound between herself and the visitor near the bed.
CHAPTER SIX He felt as though he had just laid his head upon the hard, flat, pillow when Carl and Styxx shook the bed frame and whacked a stick against the headboard. To Carl, it was high humor, to razz a somebody that way. Joseph sat up to discover that Dylan already was on her feet. The main body of travelers had arrived. For the first time, they saw the total of men all together. And, behind the clustered group, Nicole and Annie attempting to break through, so they could be with Joseph. He grabbed Dylan by the arm. “There’s my family,” he said, trying to drag her with him.
Spelville (middle chapters)
CHAPTER THREE Joseph had grown up. The nineteen-year-old had for three days been putting out food to attract a half-grown Labrador Retriever that had been poking around, curious, and hungry. Nicole’s coaching awakened in him a need to want the dog for a friend. This time, he sat with a chunk of fish in his hand, ready to coax her to come and take it. The pooch arrived soon enough, appearing from the woods that encroached on Spelville from three sides, hoping to be fed. She came slowly forward, ears flattened, tail tucked in behind her, determined to do whatever she had to in order to chomp down on that mouth watering filet. Joseph quickly learned how dangerous a Lab’s teeth could be. She made a frenzied grab that sent fish pieces flying. A tooth grazed the side of his hand, drawing a spot of red. She swept up and swallowed every speck and searched the young man for more. He ran his hands across her shoulders and along a side. This act melted her resistance. She licked at his face and pushed her body against him. There was another slice of fish for her. Then a deep long drink of water.
War is for a Sunny Day
I The war is for a sunny day How we march and play How we make them pay War is for a sunny day Uniforms crispy neat
Chapter One Edwin Bloom cheerfully awoke on this frosty December morning and he sat up in his bed. His awareness of the form bundled beside him evoked feelings of deep tenderness. He smiled at his wife Agnes’s vain attempt to gain one last little snooze, burrowing deeper as she did into the blankets. Edwin dangled his icy feet, then slipped down into some old worn slippers.
On this day of stifling air, when just a few clouds were hung in the distant sky, in ghostly puffs and spires, the uncontrolled jungles of growth along Beacon Trail Avenue looked beaten and submissive. On the property that once had belonged to a wealthy family named Morris, but now was lived upon by a woman who was named Nicole Pearson, there waited an aging pony. Because of anticipated toil in the blistering sun, it hung its head, weak, and surly, trapped in heavy harness, before a lumbering wagon, with a galvanized water tank in the bed. Unsympathetic Nicole wielded a switch that the diminutive pony knew well. It hunkered down, dreading the whipping it fully expected to endure. For, Nicole sometimes applied the biting lash across its shoulders with unprovoked viciousness. Today, such a beating did not right away come. Those aching legs finally moved when the human took a firm hand to the harness and led it on the path to the river.
I See the Words as Sparrows
i see the words as sparrows which cannot reach the ground stuck in trees like arrows feathers all tucked and bound
The Sweet Voice in the Willow
Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows