Monthly Archives: January 2018

Inheritance

My father was a man of discipline. He understood campaigns. Each strategy was vascular, protected by a skin composed of tactics fighting entropy. So Dad was firm but fearful of routine; he didn’t want to live as habit’s troll. Each … Continue reading

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One More

A fortnight after Christmas, it’s my turn. Exactly one week after New Year’s day, I can’t avoid my birthday. Sure I yearn for youthful vigor, and I loathe the lay of lines around my mouth and squinting eyes, but passion … Continue reading

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Sexual Manners

Our family is blessed with many boys. We’d love some girls but none of us would trade in brothers, sons or fathers. We have noise and burps and farting jokes, and mischief played amid the strongest hugs that arms can … Continue reading

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