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Mountain Nose

74-year old grandfather. Served with IVS, Vietnam, 1968-69 in II Corps/III Corps. Police-fire-court reporter for Holyoke (MA) Transcript. Editor for GTE NW "Newsworthy" paper. PA Officer (DAE) for FEMA, Region 10, 15 years. Member Poets West Society. Currently, substitute high school teacher, Everett, WA.

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Short Fiction

Night Walk

I ignored him until he throttled down. That was not normal.
It was a pleasant night, but an hour after curfew. City lights from Saigon to the east turned the dark a velvety purple, and the sweet ... [+]

Short Fiction

Paper and Ink

She didn't think herself a racist. She'd had black school friends, worked with black women at the restaurant, and watched Oprah daily.
But when her seven-year-old, white daughter brought home a ... [+]

Finalist - Jury America: color it in. Summer 2020 - Short Fiction
Creative Nonfiction

Why Slavery in America?

To some degree, American slavery was due to the glaciers of the last Ice Age that ended nearly twelve thousand years ago. As the ice, covering five million square miles and as thick as 10,000 feet ... [+]

Qualified America: color it in. Summer 2020 - Creative Nonfiction
Poetry

Loudest the Graveyard's Call

Loudest is the graveyard’s call
On afternoons in autumn’s fall
As light between the ... [+]

Qualified Short Fiction Contest 2020 - Poetry
Short Fiction

War Wound

“No, I never got a Purple Heart. Used to think a war scar – maybe on the shoulder or thigh – was cool. Something to showoff at the beach. But that was nineteen-year-old thinking.
“Hey ... [+]

Qualified Short Fiction Contest 2020 - Short Story
Poetry

Saigon '68

I have seen you, shell-shocked city,
Shimmer in the parachute flares
The day's dust and exhaust ... [+]

Short Fiction

While We Breathe

One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Set Stories Free 2018
Short Fiction

Family

The word “family” conjures recollections: Thanksgiving dinners, Christmas around the tree, rented summer bungalows by the shore. I have those in my memory. But I have an added image: three o ... [+]

Qualified Button Fiction Spring 2019