Long time resident of MD but originally from Louisiana. Undergrad degree from LSU and a Masters of Public Health from UNC Chapel Hill. Author of Johnny Duwell and the Silver Coins available on Amazon. Over 100 Vocal Stories and poems.
The Mourning After
The Mourning After by Cleve Taylor Jerald laid the white rose on Marilyn's grave in the Lake View Cemetery overlooking Carson Lake. The flat marker that she was allowed and her parents had ordered had not yet been installed, and only a small white card in a metal frame giving her name and date of death gave any indication that she had ever lived.
By Death Do You Part
By Death do You Part by Cleve Taylor Garrett lowered his binoculars. He had been watching the house perched on the bank of the Severn River in Maryland for three days, and he had seen enough. Lizbeth, his best friend's daughter, was being hit and slapped around by her husband. It really angered him to see his godchild cower in front of her husband as he screamed at her and punched her.
Handfishing Catfish by Cleve Taylor We called it handfishing when I was a kid in Louisiana. Friends far braver than I actually enjoyed handfishing in the bayou. They regularly would dive down into dark waters along the wooded bayou bank, stick their arms into holes dug or used by catfish to lay and watch over their eggs, and have the catfish latch onto their hands in defense. The handfisher would then pull the catfish out of their birthing holes.
Ferry Crossing by Cleve Taylor Martin could not see the ferry that would take him across the Mississippi River from Baton Rouge to Port Allen. A heavy fog shrouded the ferry as it approached the Baton Rouge landing on its continuous round trip. But he could hear its toot as it announced its arrival. At this hour, 3:15 a.m, there was no automobile traffic and Martin was the only foot passenger awaiting transport across the Mississippi. He was surprised that it was still in service. A cell mate had said the ferry stopped running back in 1968, but Martin did not believe him, and sure ‘nuff, here comes the ferry.
Campfire Tales By Cleve Taylor The girls had cleaned up their area after a cookout of hot dogs and hamburgers, except for Liz whose mother insisted that she only eat plant based foods. "I hope she enjoyed her tofu," Maggie thought to herself.
The Ghost of Edward's Ferry
The Ghost of Edward's Ferry By Cleve Taylor April 12,1865, three days after General Robert E. Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia to General Ulysses Grant at Appomattox Courthouse, the three Confederate Infantrymen assigned to the 43rd Battalion of the Virginia Cavalry to stand Sentry on the western side of Edward's Ferry outside Leesburg, Virginia, had not heard the news of the surrender. The three, each taking eight hours of duty to provide round-the-clock guard, were well aware of the importance of standing watch there, because it was Edward's Ferry where Union armies crossed the Potomac into Virginia to fight in the Gettysburg Campaign.
Saving Macaws by Cleve Taylor Wade was pleased that he and Judith were able to foil the plot to use an imported scarlet macaw as a bioweapon. He had no sympathy for the perpetrator of the plot to kill "Socialists" around Washington, but who had the tables turned on him and died of the virus he intended to unleash on Washington.
The Sapient by Cleve Taylor He lived in the deep, in the dark, at the bottom of foggy Little Crater Lake. Thousands of years before, he had lived in space, and it was totally by chance that he had attached himself to a small meteor that got caught in the gravitational pull of earth and crashed near what is now called Lintburg, Virginia, and created what locals called Little Crater Lake.