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Brass Tacks

Private First Class Greg “Sully” O’Sullivan was before a screen in the cool communications room, cordoned off with a woman on the screen…

Poseidon.

I rest by streams and rivers, water is available and there is a chance of food as long as I am quiet and discrete which I try to be. I remember fishing the rocky coves of Kintyre, the soft sway of the ocean and my love of boats. To my East lies the humpbacked ridge of Kilbrannen, pale green and perfect in the…

Rock the Dock

The first morning Nick was in Port Arthur he headed down to the waterfront. He arrived at six and there was already a lineup for work on the dock. Some of the men clutched brown bag lunches. Some chatted jovially, while others stood quiet and pensive. Half a dozen men gathered around a table playing…

Bella Ragazza

by Kevin D’Abramo

The heat crowded the air like a prize-fighter’s entourage as Johnny Morelli stood outside…

The Home of Golden Meadows (1)

I never gave much thought to aging. My mother died at home in the apartment she grew up in and my father…

A wish come true

My biggest nightmare was my great grandmother. Not that she represented some kind of threat to me — God no! Rather she could be a…

Cell Block Ache

Mr. Jackson, I have carefully considered the argument put forward by the prosecution. I have also listened to the mitigating…

The Big Mistake

“I’ll rip his head off, I swear to God. He took away the woman of my dreams, and now she’s my Lost Paradise.” Where I’m going…

The Release

The End rises.

The ground shook for what he knew to be the final time, leaving craters, ridges…