Grayling Junction - Chapter Seven and five sevenths

Now They Are My Company In thirty-one years the tears have never stopped.

Grayling Junction - Chapter 7 and a half

Snails Lalo Garcia Morrow steps into his reception room, the door he closes behind him bears a silver metal plaque with black lettering that reads Privado.

The purple emperor butterfly

The purple emperor butterfly lives in the canopy, quite high; no flowers up there with nectar sweet, so what is there for it to eat? When aphids suck the sugary sap

A Hot Festival Weekend

More on my 1972 Windsor free festival weekend.

Delivered.

Something terrible has emerged over the city...

Day by Day

Ida staring from the sofa Alzheimer’s taking root

Cap Lumiere Fishermen

slatted traps parading as footprints on ocean’s bottom

Sadness, Tears, Plumbing

The water began to drip from Edward's ceiling late in 2006. It took a week for the wallpaper to start falling off and a fortnight for the smell to move in.

pledge no longer

after watching films like “The Killing Fields,” “Apocalypse Now,” “Full Metal Jacket” & beginning to think long and hard about what

the meat market

in the meat market he stalks--- a lean predator without restraint without any moral code without any need but to satisfy the urge inside which is harder to do, the easier it gets---

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