Monthly archives: January, 2017

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 imprisoning people without a hearing. The Northern Irish conflict stemmed from a peace treaty signed…



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.” My problem has always been not having any friends, in or out of my pocket….



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 try to resist not to make the choice you know is right. Rejoice, or pay…



Chulhuly exhibit in Phoenix Botanical Gardens

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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 I’m alive When I’ll never regain the desire to love or to live like I…



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 pain I believe what I have done   is okay to even try to fill…



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 a cloud coming directly toward me, he and the cloud flew right through the window…



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 then, I paid the price like everyone else.   All through the years, I wracked…



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 girls sniff cocaine. Drink some whiskey and have some fun, cause it’s all going to…



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, an emerging creative writer and 1960 graduate of Yale University’s journalism program, inherits Classic Art…