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Louis Dumkowski hummed along with the nasal country song being played on the radio of the 18-wheeler in which he was riding. He was somewhere north of Texarkana, Arkansas, having been picked up south of St. Louis, Missouri, by Buck Tergen, the driver, who was on his way to Carthage, Texas with a load of Continue reading Rural Free Delivery
Editors’ Choice Award I woke up with a start. My head was pounding with the memories of the persistent recurring dream I thought I had long ago rid myself. I put my face in my hands and felt the anguish that I knew would have screamed back at me had I looked in the mirror. Continue reading The Power of Suggestion Forty years ago, a peculiar hermit lived here amongst us. You see that clump of treetops over there, to the east, just by the last bend to the river, he lived there forty years ago, when I was still a child running about in bante pants. Even now as I walk this earth, after such Continue reading THE Myth Of The Ethiope To Jessie Julien: For teaching me to look within the words for the pictures The last day of the month crawled by. It crawled like the afternoon sun crawled, a sun unseen but for its subtle siblings, an army of fleeting images, forming and fleeing along the tier of windshields in the cars parked in front Continue reading Clay Pigeons Garlic, the toad came to visit Mamaw today. My name is Emmy an’ I’m this many. I stay with Mamaw . She’s sittin’ in that rocker, couple days now. Mamaw allus says toads is lucky. I ast Mamaw: Her taste is where I got her Continue reading Garlic the Toad Breadline It’s a wonder that more stomachs don’t growl. It’s the same desperate looking crowd – a few more, a few less perhaps but indistinguishable from any other day. I sniff hungrily at the odor of potato and fat. It Continue reading Breadline In the boat with Asharif are three very wealthy and elegantly dressed people. The man has a grand hat and many layers of flowing robes, while the women are dressed in much lace and silk, with delicately embroidered parasols. As Asharif rows, he doesn’t think about the disparity between these sophisticated people, with their fine talk and smooth skin, and his own blunt manner and blistered hands. These people of high standing may be comparing their impeccably buckled shoes with his bare feet, their flowing garments with his tattered shirt and shorts, the large jewels on their fingers with his broken and dirty fingernails. Asharif could have looked at these outer differences if he’d chosen, but his interest was in that which lay beneath the human veneer. This is why these people chose his above all the other water Continue reading Asharif the boatman Writers Online Workshop is offering a 17% discount on their writing workshops from now until March 17th. Enter the promo code MAR10 when enrolling. I received a recent email indicating about 20 workshops were on sale during this period. Examples include: Focus On The Short Story, normally $425, now $353. Essentials Of Continue reading Writing Workshops Sale As I sat down this morning to surf thru the shortwave, I remembered of a time when ‘surfing’ had a similar meaning. Back then, we took our freedoms for granted as we eagerly surfed the Internet or the TV. My grandchildren (eight and ten in age when they died) would look at me with Continue reading Re-Discovery |
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