By the time I was seventeen, I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom each night, pounding away on a turquoise electric typewriter that I had borrowed from a neighbor two years earlier. Clickety-clack, rattling, and clattering. The sound of the keys was a steady beat as I tried to capture the ideas in […]
Nanas and Nicknames
Remembering Nana today on the seventh anniversary of her passing at age 103.
Ground Fiction Vol.I
See my Tannhauser PI short story, Green River, in the Fall/Winter 2020 edition. What is Ground Fiction? Ground is a bi-annual literary journal and writing collective publishing new fiction from our collective and from new authors invited to contribute by the editors. All genres are published except overly sex-driven or violence-centric stories. The only requirement […]
C.S. Forester
“Hornblower did not want to run away. He had the weather gauge, and in a moment he could set all sail and come to the wind and stand out to sea, but he did not want to. He could be quite sure that if he were to do so the frigate would follow his example […]
Anthony! Anthony!
“Anthony Martignetti lives in Boston, in the Italian North End, the home of the Prince Spaghetti Company. Anthony knows a lot about Prince, because it’s something that grows you. Most days, Anthony takes his time going home, but today is Wednesday, and in the North End of Boston, Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti day.” – from […]
The Shield of Achilles
She looked over his shoulderFor vines and olive trees,Marble well-governed citiesAnd ships upon untamed seas,But there on the shining metalHis hands had put insteadAn artificial wildernessAnd a sky like lead. A plain without a feature, bare and brown,No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,Yet, congregated on its […]
