Category Archives: Fiction

Revisionist History

I voted for the first time in 1972. Nixon won his 2nd term that year. He won by a landslide. I cast my ballot for George McGovern. A couple of days after that election, I dove into the  dumpster located … Continue reading

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Something to Swipe About

I’m so happy my replacement phone arrived today. I do almost all correspondence and creative writing on my cell. And, ever since my old phone started acting up, I haven’t done much in the way of creating anything worthwhile. But, … Continue reading

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Racism, For Instance

I’m sitting in my car watching and listening to the rain. The forecast says all day, all night and into Friday afternoon. On the car’s fm radio, newscasters are doing stories on the City of Chicago’s Police Force and its … Continue reading

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Only A Stupid Man Would Say No

Joey was tired after school today. Tired and crabby. He called me “stupid.” “Stop right now,” I told him. “I didn’t mean it,” he said. “But you can smack me if you want.” “I’m not smackin’ you.” “Pops does it…when … Continue reading

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Finga Fable #1

Between sets at a gig played 5 years ago, I overheard a strong throng bashing my blues song show. I was behind them resting, sitting in a chair. But they talked bad about me like I wasn’t there coz they … Continue reading

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If He Wanted It His Way, He Should’ve Went To Burger King

If He Wanted It His Way, He Should’ve Went To Burger King.

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LIKE STEP-GRANDFATHER LIKE STEP-GRANDSON

The girls think he’s their age. Eleven, twelve years old. But he’s only nine. Nine years old and he stands 5′ 2″ and weighs 130 lbs. When the girls find this out, they go, “Yuk. No wonder you’re so immature.” … Continue reading

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