Webster’s defines story as the telling of a happening or connected series of happenings, whether true or fictitious.

I have my own definition. A story is any recollection/telling, mental or verbal, of an event. Even true stories are ‘made up’ because they are never related in the ‘moment to moment’ experience. 5 people will relate an event from their own perspective.

My stories are all made up, just as yours are. We create, accept and choose to believe them as truth or not.  

My stories follow.


In my room on the bed green soldiers fight over cotton hills through woolen grass to wrinkled rivers rushing past. Fred Nicholson

Bloody Tune

They bend him in half, bind ankles to wrists and drop him in the 55 gallon drum so only his butt sticks out. Voice 1: How they keep them little skinny mother fuckers from totally disappearing? Voice 2: Man, they fill them barrels halfway with rocks. The ROKS (Republic of Korean Soldiers) beat an early […]

“Where’d They Go?”

Suspected VC in a row all trussed up like birds for roasting. The ROKS* (Republic of Korean Soldiers) go about their daily regimen occasionally returning to kick or stomp a bird or two. After awhile we lose interest and go back inside to get high. A few days later I notice the birds are no […]


He bangs on her head with the frying pan. I told you BONG to meet me BONG at nine o’clock not nine fifteen. BONG BONG I had to pay that fuckin’ cabbie SLAP extra BONG SLAP because you SLAP BONG “I’m sorry . . .” PUNCH don’t wanna’ listen. Now get in there PUNCH SLAP […]

Dad Is Dead

He’s 83 today but looks younger in his black suit. I whisper to him and play with the fingers that respond unnaturally. His closed lids make me wonder if his eyes are still in there. For three days he lays in view of 60 empty chairs. My brother comes by with his wife. I come […]


we hold hands, mama and me climb the steps to Lester Weintraub, OPTOMETRIST. he tests me with the chart, changes lenses in the two-eyed machine, blinds me with his pen-light gizmo says SEE YOU TOMORROW. we go back the next night and he adjusts my new glasses. i look out the window for the first […]

boy think MAN TALK

Come in here boy Sit down Let’s talk like men When there’s something on your mind let me know We’ll discuss it What we discuss is between you and me You’re not a man if you can’t keep a secret You got that? Good Let’s shake on it. * Boy Come in here Stand right […]

What You Gonna Do?

What you gonna do when HE comes for you? When HIS ship lands HE will first whisk all the other living organisms aboard, from land, sea and air. When they’re all comfy cozy HE will say to us humans, “I’m taking Christian, Muslim, Jew, and all other faiths too. I’m welcoming aboard every shade and hue. […]

2 Rooms

He storms into the boys room, whips the  clothing closet curtain back and hollers, What the . . . Girl . . .  no,  don’t you move a muscle. Girl come in here. You gotta see this. She shuffles into our room, cased in her sadness cloud and stands beside him. Look at your brother. Is he […]

Conversation with a coupla’ friends

I’m visiting a couple of friends. We’re eating dinner and drinking wine. Sex enters the talk. He winks at me,  looks at her and says,  ‘My wooden leg nourishes our sex life. Don’t believe me, ask her’.   Sylvia gets up to clear the table, stops and disdainfully  says , ‘What wooden leg?  I’ve never seen […]

Silly Me

When I was 12, we lived in the Lillian Wald Housing Projects in the Lower East Side of New York City. Every summer we’d pass the Pitt Street Pool and hear the splashing and laughter coming from the other side of the high brick wall. That summer day mom said, “You all can go to […]


Funny they are. Sounds made by fluttering bits of flesh, received by tiny sculptured bone and interpreted by what I had stepped on in Malaysia. I had just got off the bus and was heading to the ‘warang’ eating stall to grab a quick bite. There was a fellow working on his motorcycle. As I […]

I Remember

Chuck bought another round of beers. He had returned from Afghanistan a few months earlier. We talked about his experiences for a while and then the war talk settled on Vietnam. He said, “The difference between Vietnam vets and other vets is the Vietnam vet didn’t have a support system or transition period”. The words […]

That 1 Bad Apple

If I had eaten a million and 2 apples, and each was more golden delicious than the last, I’d love apples. When I chomp down on the one-millionth and third and choke on a mouthful of rot, maggots and worms, our love affair may be changed from then on. Fear, manifesting as hesitancy is now […]

Quit that Crying!

Smile! What’s the use of crying? Though your heart is aching and breaking, just keep smiling and maybe the sun will come shining through. When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by if you smile. Light up the gladness. Hide the sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near, that’s the time […]

The Heart of Hearts

It takes courage to listen, hear and respond to our personal highest callings, when the hypnotic power of media, tradition and the baaing masses responding to the bleating of pious leaders pull us into darkness. We give military personnel Purple Hearts for wounds received during acts of courage. Lets give medals of courage to those […]