Non-fiction

Drive to a new town

As we drove, my body was pierced by my mind's excitement and anxiousness. The drive was only ten minutes, but I have never been filled with so much...
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One More Things

We are the sum of our choices. Everytime we make a choice we simultaneously reject an infinity of other possible choices. It's all about inclusion,...

Good Bye

Continuing my theme of people dying, this has been a busy week. I had two funerals to play the organ for and each had its own challenges. One of the...
Cherry

This is My Rifle . . . This is My Gun: End

They take care of the dead. Guess that was enough for him. The paleness, the cleaning, the getting em ready for home; the kid embed had put it all...
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This is My Rifle . . . This is My Gun

What do you most fear in war? Dying or being wounded? maimed for life? disfigured? After a firefight, shoot out, whatever, anyone injured said “Tell...

Knockout and Ovation in Queens

I was visiting my buddy in Queens a couple of days ago. I hadn’t seen this guy in forty years. He introduced me to his partner, DeLord. She appeared...
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Cherry

Outcomes of my Dad's recent Funeral in London

I am so glad that I live In Devon. Every other member of my family and pretty much everyone who is close to them lives in London. Mainly North London...

If Big Ben Was a Dandelion Clock

If Big Ben was a dandelion clock, It wouldn’t go tick-tock. Or BONG, BONG, BONG. . . If Big Ben was a dandelion clock, How would we know when to...
Cherry

#masculinity

He rubbed weird oil on his hands from a tin after working on one of the many old bangers that cluttered our garage and driveway. I remember seeing...

Moonspeak

Moonspeak “Moonies” is the only name that I have been able to come up with to describe the employment of synchronized thoughts, actions and words of...