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Dames and guns. Oh buddy, don’t get me started. They’re a lot alike. Smooth curves, form and function, enjoyable to fondle, and either can put a smile on your face. Ergonomics aside, without a firm grip and an minimum of respect, either can bitch-slap you too. With both, the bite is worse than the bark: stitches optional. And the scars, physical or emotional, they’re with you for the long haul.

I’ll admit I can’t live without either. I prefer the company of...

A few years ago I decided to take my two teenage boys up Big Fall Creek and show them the house I lived in when I was twelve years old.

"Yep. She's right around this corner, boys", I said, as we broke into a clearing alongside the road.

Where the old house used to set was nothing but waist high grass. The structure had long ago fallen sideways into a pile of bleached timbers, the shingled roof covered with a carpet of lush moss.

"That p...

.....and waves of unfiltered grain, with free bubbles for the children, a choice of donated organs, free of combat wounds, tattoos, piercings, and flu shots for all, (note that some restrictions may apply, or if you are pregnant, thinking of becoming pregnant, or thinking of getting someone pregnant, do not take orally, or apply to those non-solar exposed areas, rebates and registration fees, taxes, and photos may be required), unlimited shouting from any elevation above 1,000 feet, without a...

I pledge allegiance to the flags of the United States of America, Guam, and Puerto Rico, and to the republic and territorial pocessions for which they stand,  nations under God, Allah, Budda, and various minority divinitive religions, indivisible, with liberty, cable and internet acess, and justice for all, including aliens and medical research clones. 

       Liquid ambrosia entered through the time-worn pusshole, filling the tunnels with fluid dreams.  Surging heat flowed along useless tissue, while bubbles blipped and blurped from the dying synapses last spark.

Jason Saunders laid his small backpack on the dining room table and began a quick inventory. Satisfied with the contents, he stepped into the hallway where he could see his wife seated in front of the TV. “I’m off for my walk, Hon. See you later,” Jason said.

Muriel’s eyes never left the TV as her head tilted slightly towards Jason. “What, dear?” she said.

“I’m heading to the refuge, back in a few hours,R...

Peppe Mahldolvi walked a half mile each day to a bench located at the crossroads. Three separate roads leading from the Mahldolvi valley met at this point before continuing through the foothills to the port city of Sesimbra. He would leave his home each day around 11 am. Stopping along the way to visit with friends and neighbors, he would arrive at the bench in time for a lengthily rest and lunch. At ninety years of age, Peppe was in no hurry.

Peppe enjoyed this few hours e...

With one sheet of paper

And colored pencils too

I rely on memory

To draw a sketch of you

In just a few strokes

A faint ghost appears

An angel of beauty

That rolls back the years

Your hair gently flowing

With a hint of breeze

Ears, nose and chin are

Quickly drawn with ease

The smile I draw always

Brightens up my day

Lips full and lovely as

If it were yesterday

The eyes will say and tell...

I think of you

from time

to time

try to remember

way back when

how it came to be

what truly was

and of course

what could have been

That special moment

long ago

your smile

those blue eyes

my heart abliss

could there ever be

such a moonlit night

my heart throbbing

our first kiss

What if we could

roll back the clock

one chance to cheat

old Fathe...

Twas a sunny day

on the meadow

gathering wildflowers

between her toes

when the skinny freak

approached with

his ukelele

and crooked nose

He tiptoed through

her arrangement

singing a high-pitched

tune

until her ears

bled with crackle

and eyes atwinkle

began to swoon

She smashed his uke

upon both heads

and scratched

his eyes clean out

"Teach ya to