Will this happen here? The way things are going I believe it could.

It was on this day in 1972 that British army parachutists shot 27 unarmed civil rights demonstrators in Derry, Northern Ireland – an event known as “Bloody Sunday.” The protestors had been marching to oppose the new British policy of … Continue reading “Will this happen here? The way things are going I believe it could.”

No wonder he didn’t have any friends. 995 words

“We’re friends aren’t we Joe?” Billy said just before he stole my girl. That was when I began to think that my dad was right when he said, “The only friend a man has is the money in his pocket.” … Continue reading “No wonder he didn’t have any friends. 995 words”

Choices

Live the life you believe in and begin to sin, because if you don’t you’ll die full of regrets and without cigarettes despite the health threats.   Though gaunt you’ll never go for a jaunt when muses haunt and you … Continue reading “Choices”

Cement Face

Sunlight crosses my face in my empty house where feeling good has moved beyond my reach and   no reason to rise has entered my mind or to open my eyes because the day has arrived.   I’m wondering why … Continue reading “Cement Face”

I write every day and never get paid!

  Addicted   Just a little I thought, and then a little more now I know   it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go.   blinded by claims of fame and in … Continue reading “I write every day and never get paid!”

Excerpts from my memoir, Life Begins At 66

Lying down on the couch next to the cloth covered frame, I went to sleep instantly. In the morning when I woke, I looked out the window behind the couch. Andy, my brother who had recently died was floating on … Continue reading “Excerpts from my memoir, Life Begins At 66”

I wasn’t alive until I hit sixty-five.

Born without food a diaper or a bed of straw, I wanted to know who did this to me, but couldn’t display pain to the makers. I swore someday I’d make them pay for what they did to me. Until … Continue reading “I wasn’t alive until I hit sixty-five.”

Testosterone Listening to Pandora I hear ads for this every few minutes.

“If you’re over forty, it’s not your fault that your testosterone is low and you’ve shifted into low and are ready to stall. You’re not alone you know, and can still change gears   by smoking reefer and making young … Continue reading “Testosterone Listening to Pandora I hear ads for this every few minutes.”

UPCOMING – SPRING 2017 —- T h e – C o n t e s t

Inspired by the works of international artists, this Young Adult / New Adult collection of dark fantasy, slipstream, magical realism and fabulist tales (with a connecting novella) is collaboratively authored by Joe DiBuduo and Kate Robinson:   Peter John Rizzo, … Continue reading “UPCOMING – SPRING 2017 —- T h e – C o n t e s t”