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An Awakening in Valentine

Revelations while on holiday in Arizona

  Preface This story is about a trip I took in March 2020. For many reasons, I consider it the most exciting vacation I have ever taken. Every day was busy from early morning to late at night. I got to visit places such as the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park. It was a joy for me to experience these natural wonders that I had wanted to see my entire life. I also learned a great deal of history that I had had little kno...

The World Has Bigger Problems

Who likes Johnny Mathis?

Tule reeds covered marshy backwaters. They searched for science project specimens. The Colorado River was chilly, but spring sun warmed these waters. They waded waist deep in jeans. Denim dries quickly. Tom's fair skin was pale after the desert winter spell. Booker's deep brown skin glistened where droplets had fallen. Soon they donned their white t-shirts, sneakers, and got to Tom's house. "I'm sick of hearing that damne...

  All the ‘grown-ups’ were gone, but no one was interested in re-starting the card game. At Amy’s suggestion, the guys fixed something to drink while she grabbed some snacks. Provisions in hand, they went out into the warm night air on the screened-in back porch. To keep from attracting bugs, they left the lights off. Except for the glow from inside the house, it was dark.To no one’s surprise, Mark got the conversation ro...

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American Carnage

James and Zarina are nobodies more or less until they've been arranged to marry each other.

Zarina felt herself being stared at which is something she should be used by now.  The three versions of herself in the mirror looked back at her for an answer to the question they posed. It made glancing at the beautiful figure in front of her hard and yet she remained absolutely entranced.I’ve never been so dolled up in my life, and it’s for a stranger.Being married off was one of her greatest fear, everyone told her it...

C-Clamping Kickers

Sadly, I catch myself stereotyping people like my mom did these cows. I try not to.

I sat on the damp concrete steps at the end of the milking pit. I listened to the pneumatic throbbing of the milking machines pulling squirts of white liquid from the black and white cows. The milk filled eight glass bubbles in the pit. There were four cows in stalls on each side, munching contentedly on dusty ground grain. Thick green soupy manure covered the cement walkway. My mom reached for the udder of a white cow. S...

I worked nights, so when I got a night off, I couldn’t sleep. I’d wander around the Ville, Anjeong-ri . I didn’t drink or party, so it was hard to find things to do, and friends. I’d eat at Dave’s Deaf Rest Stop and hang out with the deaf people until late. They could write notes to me in English, and I learned some sign language. I really liked their cucumber kimche, it was spicy, crunchy and chilled. After I ate, I wand...