Christmas Eve, and Buck was dreaming. Turkey on the table, steam rising from the perfectly browned skin, surrounded by a bed of oyster dressing. A boat of gravy and a huge bowl of mashed potatoes within easy reach, along with the yeast rolls and a platter of sliced ham. His mouth watered as the odors of Yuletide feast filled the …
The Slam Bang Chronicles of Buckshot Chapter 2: The Ozark Flyer
Hayfoot! Stawfoot! Where you be a-marchin’? I’m marching off to General Lee! Hayfoot! Strawfoot! What you marchin’ for now? I’m marching for the glory of Old Dixie! For the Georgia pine and the Bama sunshine and the cause of Liberty! Hayfoot! Strawfoot! When you comin’ home boy? Nobody knows! Won’t you pray for me? Buck sang the …
Time Travel in Fiction Rundown: A Video
View PostThe Slam Bang Chronicles of Buckshot, chapter One: “Moon Wolf”
Go Ask The Hills Go ask the hills, in their ancient fastness slumbering under mantle of ancient stone go ask the hills slumbering restless in the darkness of autumn as wind blows cold. Go ask the hills to sift through the memories stretching back eons to foggy days when the dawn of creation still stood shimmering and the grace of …
No Morning Light: A Boxer’s Story Part One
No Morning Light by Kevin Birge The driverless black sedan was utterly silent except for the sounds of bulletproof rubber against the aging blacktop. The wastelands of Detroit had mostly been denuded of usable road surface, but the city kept one long stretch of two lane in semi-usable condition for police access. Inside the car, total silence broken only by …
Jack O’Lantern Tears
Halloween. And all day I spent with the dead. I brought them into my mind one by one, in the order of their passing, from the earliest childhood days forward. I marched them past single file in my mind’s eye and tried hard to honor them by seeing them clearly. Some I saw with more clarity than others, and my …