When I was in high school, my American Lit teacher had us read Moby Dick. It was a daunting task at the time, but I have always been glad I did it. There is a scene near the beginning of the novel in which Ishmael, the narrator, finds himself in bed on an icy cold New England night. He explains to the reader that while the blankets on the bed are necessary to keep him warm, he likes to sleep with just his nose exposed to...

It was a time of disenchantment and cold despair. A time of failure and much ridicule. A time of longing and much nervousness. A time of shock.  A time of ultimate joy. But fortunately, it was a time long ago. The year was 1953, and all the above emotions amalgamated in my mixed-up eighteen-going-on-nineteen-year-old mind.  National Service brought me a two-year stint in the RAF as LAC Tony Teller, radar operator, and fou...

You know that guy?That LiesCheatsDenies He was onceLied tooHurtDenied the truth Now he plays gamesWith heartsSoulsTearing other's apart He needed more in lifeRelationshipsFamilyNot just hardships ---------- Remember that girl?Who dancedLaughedTook chances She once smiled brighterSincerelyLongerWhile listening Now she is brokenTornLostFeeling scorned She met that guyInstant glowingMaking plansNot knowing ---------- Remembe...

CHAPTER 34   I couldn’t believe it. The woman was deliberately figuring out ways to hurt me. If not by her words then her influence with the children, I was being cut out of their lives. I knew the children, the twins for sure, wouldn’t actually realize it, or believe me if I pointed such out; but it was a dead-mortal-lead-pipe cinch that that was exactly what Abigail Cord was doing. Well fuck her and the wild ass of Born...

CHAPTER 16 Well I was pretty sure that this time I’d be left alone at least for a while. I was more than persuaded that I’d likely be getting Christmas cards from Abigail, but those would be returned unopened for sure. I didn’t like their attitudes or their phony sympathy and gift offers. The fact was I was beginning to actually hate the bunch of them. There was nothing I was ever going to get from them that wasn't a bunc...

After all those years,of sharing a bed,How do I evict you,from my head?We were friends before lovers,and grew so close, it felt so right.I believed our connection stronger,than any disagreement, misunderstanding or fight.In the end how deeply I felt for you,mattered only to me and simply wasn't enough.Desperately wanting to comfort you and feed your desires,but did you have to run when things got rough?My world was comple...

Whore, n: A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: a prostitute; a promiscuous or immoral woman.He called me a whore. Whether I was or not is a matter of semantics. I was an unfaithful wife, not for money, and not with many, but with one, the one who found me at my weakest. The one who meant less than nothing. He took advantage, as did I. He paid no price, for the indiscretion was financed by me alone. I cried and my...

CHAPTER 15: The meeting between the Traynors and the Pollards would have to have been described by an observer as business-like. But, that said, it was fruitful.“Yes, Captain. I have offered him jobs and things and all of it. And, I still stand ready to help the man. But . . .”“But because of some of the things you mentioned here today he refuses to take anything from you? That about it?” said Captain Traynor.“Yes, in a n...

CHAPTER 11:Lawyer Donnelly was nothing if not knowledgeable of how to do these kinds of negotiations. But, he was wrong about getting the check on the same day that the deal was consummated. It took two days. The guy was actually apologetic. I was sitting in his office looking at the actual check from Marcort.“They actually thought they’d be in litigation for forever,” said Mr. Donnelly.“Well, I guess they got something o...