Ernie Ballwickle Gets an Idea

Ernie Ballwickle was pleasantly surprised when his hand remained steady as he pointed the gun at the face of the bank teller. He had daydreamed about this for years, and had always imagined that his body would tremble and that the muzzle of the gun would shake uncontrollably…

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I’m not good at city life, it frightens me. Before you ask what frightens me, I’ll tell you. It’s the whole damn thing. People being…

The Danger of Forgetting

A Holocaust poem

The Prophet

A poem

She walked like steel 
with teflon bearings, 
x-ray eyes scanned psyches 
passing in the night
that…

Eternal Struggle

The ghosts of your past cannot die
 — a ghost is already dead.
They haunt the shadows that huddle in the sunlit rooms of life…

Crossing the Rio Grande

The faces of illegal immigration

The Mother

Do you remember?

How pure love was, how close happiness was to your heart?