Tatter: Chapter Seven

Previous chapter The high moon illuminated the ragged men who tersely walked the parameter of the newly installed cistern, checking the moss-borne satellite jammers and scrying the far ambit of the forest through the nascent darkness. Shaded footsteps and the crack of a branch sounded in the short-distance. A tenebrous form took shape through the… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Seven

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In My New England Home

By John Grey Damn. I’d have to really hate myself to believe she’s never coming back to me. Look in the mirror and throw up. Smash in my skull with a hammer. But I’m merely waiting here, as stoic as Zeno of Citium.   So she left without a word. And I find nothing to console myself… Continue reading In My New England Home

Her Husband’s On Another Tour Of The Middle East

By John Grey At least he has his fellow soldiers to complain to. What can she do? Write a letter to the pentagon? She met with one who truly believes that prayer will sabotage an enemy rifle, guide a boot to the left or right of a roadside bomb. She longed to throttle the stupid… Continue reading Her Husband’s On Another Tour Of The Middle East

Interesting

By John Grey I use that horrible   coward’s word “interesting”  to describe your painting.  Bad move.  Now I have to find a way  to fire myself as art critic,  be hired on as lover.    To be honest,   the canvas looks like   an unholy mess   of blotches and streaks,  scrawl and scribble.  But that’s an… Continue reading Interesting