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Archive for: March, 2011

Jimmy Bodeilo Travels through Time

Jimmy Bodeilo Travels through Time

Jimmy pulled the bag off of his head. He stood up. He headed for the door. When it opened, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Time travel was his latest fad. How to do it, what the effects are like. At first glimpse it just looked as if he had pushed open the door of his bedroom closet. He got up, brushed off and pulled around his trousers until he felt comfortable again. Then he took 2 deep breaths and headed for the door. The [...]

You Asked Me To Dance

You Asked Me To Dance

No one noticed when she fell

through ice.

A white picket fence keeps

me away.

I feel your wings .

You flutter toward the barn

passing the statue of the

Blessed Virgin Mary.

The Darker Side of Parenting

The Darker Side of Parenting

For many of you this article will be too provocative, too disturbing and simply unpopular. For the faint of hearts, stop reading now. Beginning with the infamous 2008 indictment of Casey Anthony for the homicide of her beautiful toddler to the recent South Florida tragedies including the parents that brutally beat their three year-old child to death for wetting his pants and the senseless murder of a little girl named Nubia at the hands [...]

Freedom Comes In Many Different Ways

Freedom Comes In Many Different Ways

Clarence Willis had little or no regard for his life and the family that he would soon leave behind. Worried about his motorcycle buddies, the pranks and stunts they encouraged him and others to attempt, Clarence Willis ended his life in less than a grand fashion. Legacy’s are important and imagine finding your great great great grandfather and his tragic past while playing around on Google in 2009. Uncovering the history of Sandy Willis [...]

Change

Change

The snow sparkled brilliantly, like billions of miniature carefully polished diamonds, unblemished, perfect, save for three crimson drops staining its otherwise untouched beauty. A soft wind blew, gently touching the sparkling snow, caressing over the three stains blemishing its pristine whiteness, and was gone, carrying its despicable news. Downwind a dog sniffed the air, his nose twitching wetly at the faint aroma carried on the [...]

Ashita (Tomorrow)

Ashita (Tomorrow)

Excerpt from Solar Girl and Lunar Boy. Toward the end of my academic studies I began to obediently panic about my future. “Where would I go? What would I do? Who was I? What would become of me? Would anybody care?” They were never-ending questions of my age, without any answers except for one. I knew, without any doubt, that I had to leave Hamatombetsu, our coastal town of farmers and fields, where life revolved around chores, [...]

Falling On High

Falling On High

“Tony! I need the hammer!” - “What?!” Tony yelled back, as he poured another bucket of hot tar on the smoldering flat roof. The hammer!” Mike shouted, from the other side of the remodeled two-story home. “It’s on the edge, by the gutter!” Tony looked behind him and saw the tool lying on its side. He put down the tar-bucket and grabbed the compression hammer. “Lazy jerk,” he exclaimed quietly, coughing up a mouthful [...]

Cemetery Parking Lot

Cemetery Parking Lot

I wait in the car play
with the crank out window,
slip my fingers over
the steering wheel –
feel where a horn plays
music, feel a knob
which turns on wind shield
wipers – a knob –
to twist for headlights -

The Story of iWriteReadRate.com

The Story of iWriteReadRate.com

For me, and maybe for you too, admitting to being an unpublished writer is sort of a little bit like admitting to having contracted some disease in some bizarre circumstance. However, here I am, admitting to the wonderful readership of this blog that I am an unpublished writer; further to this that I’m oddly proud of it too.  This feels good, cathartic almost, like my first night at Writer’s Anonymous. It’s been a long time coming [...]

My Mom: Ruth

My Mom: Ruth

My mom’s life was not about money, vacations or expensive cars. She did not need diamonds, furs or high-end furniture or to live in a mansion although she deserved all those things and much more. She always said that she was the richest mother and woman on this earth because she had the most wonderful and devoted family. All she ever wanted was her family to come and visit her, call her and eat her famous brisket and chicken on the [...]