Monthly Archives: December 2011

The older White man did not understand something about the younger Black woman who had contacted him over the web. He’d have to write about it a little bit, see if he can firm up an idea that’s bothering him. … Continue reading →

I got good and hopping mad at some woman last night. It was her birthday, or anniversary of some kind, or some such thing, and she thought she was just plain entitled to a kiss on the mouth from me, … Continue reading →

The morning sun shines profusely on the trees out back, looking out to the west from the one broad window in my suite. The window looks out in the direction of Virginia Wesleyan College down the street, as I sit … Continue reading →

I find myself craving to write, almost as much as I used to crave for sex, when I was young. The young virgin boy craving for the young girls, the way virgin boys do. All the features of the idea … Continue reading →

Well, the weather has cleared up outside for the day today, it looks like. Yesterday’s storm has passed. The sun is shining brightly, and the trees outside my closed window are as still as death in the late December afternoon … Continue reading →

I’ve put up all my stories, posted all of them, in their entirety on a free website, for the whole world to look at and read, free of charge.  I don’t have much choice, since I want to get the … Continue reading →

 I’m sixty years old, and I should have died a long time ago. But I’ve survived, miraculously enough. I have that on the direct authority of the Almighty himself. Yep, I know, I’m a crackpot. You should find something better … Continue reading →

Many people confuse mental illness with mental retardation, but I can assure you those are two separate things.  Many people with mental illness are very talented and intelligent people.  I’ve known other writers, musicians, dancers, artists, and other various intellectual … Continue reading →

I don’t know how many times people, who were not friendly toward me, would ask me if I were crazy, over the years.  They weren’t joking; they were trying to make me feel bad.  I avoid such people.  I admit … Continue reading →