My Father’s Flag: Redux

My Father’s Flag: Redux

I bring this essay out of the archives today in honor of my father and in response to the left’s new idea to burn the flag in response to our president-elect’s newest Trumpery. To burn the flag may be a response to him–whatever. It is also an insult...
Olives

Olives

When people usually think about a holiday dinner, they imagine turkey, cranberry sauce, the usual staples, along with their own customized favorites, sweet potato pie, creamed onions, frozen peas. When I think of that special dinner, which I traditionally make twice a...
The Longest Holiday

The Longest Holiday

Mom and Dad and Becky and Barry and I were headed to Palmdale for Thanksgiving with Papa and Gammy and Barbara and Floyd and Donna and Karen and Jerry and John and on our way there we stopped at the Rocks Flea Market south of Hollister like we always did on our...
Death Dialogues #3

Death Dialogues #3

Dis?honorable Deaths My call echoed in the room where my friend lay, unable to answer. He had cinched a belt around his neck and lowered himself to cut off the flow of oxygen to his brain. It may have been to see if it would intensify the sexual pleasure as he aroused...
Apekalypse

Apekalypse

Such an event had never befallen our village. We were so remote, so peaceable, so good. Of course, we had heard of plagues, but they seem to have been generally a cataclysm of the past, wrought largely upon distant and deserving populations. So, imagine our wonder...