The Eagle Cried
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer, and Vietnam Vet, Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried … Continue reading The Eagle Cried
Short Story Sunday: The Hunter
The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter
A Faint Smile
He turned to her A faint smile With depth And sharpness Yet when he turned It was as if He … Continue reading A Faint Smile
Quiz Time: What kind of friend are you (even if you’re a Vampire)
Now that things are opening up again, kind of sort of, we can now socialize a little bit more than … Continue reading Quiz Time: What kind of friend are you (even if you’re a Vampire)
You can’t go back.
When I was a child it seemed like someone was always touring around with a jar claiming to contain the … Continue reading You can’t go back.
Short Story Sunday: For Sale
The Real Estate agent had left. The house was in great shape for a 95 year old structure. The decorating … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: For Sale
Short Story Sunday: The Changeling
The Changeling I’ll always remember what my preschool teacher said at lunch and snack times. “You get what you get … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Changeling
My Own Vampire Maman
She walked into the crowded bar as if she owned the place. I waved. She flashed me a dazzling smile … Continue reading My Own Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 