A Quick Death / a story by Tom Evans

“Good morning, Mr. Captain,” said Mr. Barnes, drolly. “Good morning, Jack,” Mr. Captain replied. “What brings you here so early?” “I’m not sure,” said Mr. Barnes. “No one’s in the office yet, and I’m expecting a big shipment, so I just thought I’d pass the time here, if you don’t mind.” “’Course not, want someContinue reading “A Quick Death / a story by Tom Evans”

The real Nuke Laloosh is gone, RIP

[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”] [et_pb_row admin_label=”row”] [et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”]   RIP Steve Dalkowski, the fastest there ever was, Ted Williams said so [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column] [/et_pb_row] [/et_pb_section]

New Poem for my stepgrandson

                                                            Luca At Two                                                             Golden haired,                                                             Serene or squalling,                                                             Monarch of all                                                             He surveys.                                                             It was touch                                                             And go at first –                                                             A teary transfer                                                             From grandparent                                                             To grandparent –                                                             Until he spotted                                                             The garbage truck.                                                             “Garbage truck,”                                                             He said sagely                                                            Continue reading “New Poem for my stepgrandson”

SYMPHONY / a new poem by Tom Evans

Lie down and hear the music. Brahms. Hear the melody as it moves, The blend of the instruments, The cadence of the violins. Imagine the shadowy dancers Waltzing on the polished floor, Revolving, pausing, Beginning again. Feel the breeze Through open windows As it ruffles clothes and curtains. See the tent of sky above, TheContinue reading “SYMPHONY / a new poem by Tom Evans”