Monthly Archives: March 2007

(The following is a true story from my youth, which takes place in the late 1960’s) I had been working for a temp agency down on Canal St. in Manhattan for about a month when I was sent out with … Continue reading →

I have passed you many days and nights, for weeks and months and years. Your grave, glad, benevolent face shows naught of the steel-like strength of you. But I know it is there, and it is here, in the world … Continue reading →

She had been raped. Now she was pregnant. She was only fifteen. Her parents told her that everyone has a cross to carry, that she was responsible for a new and precious life, and that God had a plan. Her … Continue reading →

We ran laughing under the thick-leaved tree. The dark low clouds had suddenly unloaded and the rain flew down thickly, in silv’ry, nickel-sized drops. The severe, gray skyscrapers cut up into the clouds, thrusting, disappearing. We stood there, glad to … Continue reading →

The man had killed his best friend. Killed him for the love of killing. At the point of a gun Greg had apparently handed over his wallet, then had been shot anyway. He would get him; he would kill him. … Continue reading →

“Hey Denny! How’s it going?” “Great, Bob. I’m a little out of it today, though. I was up late last night watching some movies on my new wide-screen TV. You know, the one I was telling you about.” “Yeah, but … Continue reading →

Brad Johnson cashed his check, got caught up on his rent and bought some much-needed groceries. It was his first check in a month, jobs being scarce, and he thought it was great to be independent again. “Just in time, … Continue reading →

Johnny was nine years old. He was wearing his light gray cowboy hat and his toy six-shooter, slung low. He was angry and hurt, more of the former than the latter, as he strode along the sidewalk on his way … Continue reading →

(There are big fights and small fights; every one counts.) The early afternoon sun blazed down on a full parking lot, with the exception of three empty Handicapped Only spots. Several cars were circling around, waiting for someone to leave. … Continue reading →