Tag Archives: Inspiration

In the Last Days of the Swamp Cooler

As I sat drinking my coffee this early summer morning, I reminisced my summer days as a youth.  It was a time before the internet, PlayStation, and cable or streaming TV.  The only thing to do on a Sunday morning … Continue reading

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lonely

There are close to 20 million people in this city.  We are stacked up nearly on top of one another .  With all these people, I cannot find solace anywhere,  yet I have never been so lonely. I heard of … Continue reading

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Bingo— final conclusion

I raised the seat like the voice in the bathroom, told me to.  To be honest, I’ve never given take a leak a second thought. Especially,  not getting any urine on the seat, it would be good to know for … Continue reading

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Bingo part 4

In the dream I was walking to the bus-stop, I had my school books under my arms.  I looked to my right and there was Bingo.  I put my hand out to rub his fur when he stopped suddenly,  and … Continue reading

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Bingo part 3

To bring you up to date, Granny was robbed two weeks after Bingo disappeared, she fought the young man for her purse, but he stabbed her with a switch blade and left her bleeding in the street.  She held on … Continue reading

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Bingo part 2

I woke from a good dream that I had a little while ago.  I dreamed that a dog came into my cell.  It was a mangy mongrel dog that I had when I was a kid. His name was Bingo, … Continue reading

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Bingo

I don’t know what time it is.  The lights stay on in this place 24 hours a day, and there are no windows.  I can ask that officer when she comes around the check the cells.  I have 26 days … Continue reading

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In the Gator’s Mouth

My grandfather was born in the cane fields of Thibodaux, Louisiana near New Orleans,  in 1873. His family was forced to flee into the swamps,  during the Massacre of 1887. He said that he didn’t know how it began, just … Continue reading

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