Category Archives: Books, Reading, & Writing

The general didn’t wait for an answer. “I am Major General Vega. I am the commander of this Air Logistics Center. You have stated that you would open your boxes if I would meet with you. Well, I’m here. And … Continue reading →

“General, sir,” Major Danforth said, “there is no physical danger to your person, as he is both restrained and under guard. But we can’t speak to the boxes. We’ve been unable to tell anything about them other than the fact … Continue reading →

The Raving by Horton Deakins Once upon a whiskey bourbon, while I watched my ice a-meltin’, Stacks of pizza boxes littering the floor— While the dog, her water lapping, suddenly there came a capping, In the middle of 50 Cent … Continue reading →

“Gangsta! Word, yo! On the level!—gangsta still, if dude or devil! Look up!  See who lookin’ at us?  God in Heaven, He got your score— Pues, digame en Español, ¿Estás borracho de alcohol? Just go home, you misguided man.  Ain’t … Continue reading →

“Gangsta! Word, yo! On the level!—gangsta still, if dude or devil!— Whether you been told, or whether you just feel the need for war, All alone, but that don’t stop you, ain’t no cop around to drop you— You know … Continue reading →

As I struggled to make a point, I sniffed the smoke of some huge joint Echoes of “You bogartin’!” haunted the hallways of this floor. “Junkie,” I said, “your pusher gave you—crazy pills that will not save you An brief … Continue reading →

My guessing gave me pause, but not a word came through my jaws To the dude who kept his piece in the bag from the bodega store; This and more was my quest, as I gave my head a rest … Continue reading →

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” — Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

I sat on my bean bag for awhile, then I had to crack a smile, Moved my bean bag right in front of the dude who stared out through my door; At this range, the guy was stinking, but then … Continue reading →

But this dark-clad dude, like he was expecting a bust, say only That one word, crazy high like he just made a score. I tell you this is one tough nut—He got me down in one deep rut— Till I … Continue reading →