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from “Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices” a romantic spoof

December 2, 2016

Science had more questions than answers, and Ray wondered if the poet knew something science didn’t. He knew two poets in the Quincy correctional facility, coincidentally both were named Pliny. The younger and more buffed was fond of enchiladas, and his poetry reflected themes of wrapped foods, but lately he started experimenting with frittatas and his poems took on a morose tone, and left you feeling full without the guilt.


from Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices, a romantic spoof

November 18, 2016

Sure Ray Norsi had questions about life, politics, and mail delivery. Who didn’t? But there were deeper concerns that kept him awake nights, even when he was sound asleep.

from Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices

November 4, 2016

An hour passed and Ray Norsi, a statue in stiff overalls and square, black prison-issue shoes, was still hatching his simple but sinister plan, one that involved revenge and pain and ringing people’s doorbells.

from Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices

November 1, 2016

The chilling atmosphere of the secluded old mansion on the mountaintop was enough to give anyone the creeps.  Given the choice, Nelie would rather live in a trailer park or a tree trunk but, alas, living in the old mansion had been her childhood dream.

She had other dreams but those were about naked men and winning the lottery and finding a word that rhymed with eggshell.

from “Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices”

October 28, 2016

She knew it was a flimsy, paper-thin excuse, as brittle as his promises to watch his diet or remain faithful.


From “Love in the Time of Rising Gas Prices”

October 26, 2016

The wedding that afternoon of Giselle Crumley and Myrtle Sansox would be Nelie’s last chance to win the affections of Lance Boulder, for tomorrow Lance would be thousands of miles away fighting a war.  At times Nelie thought Lance’s military duties were just an excuse to delay their marriage.  It seemed odd that a war would break out every time she mentioned marriage and the men wouldn’t know what to eat unless Lance was there.


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