Old Chapel by Clarke County, Virginia

Old Chapel  by Clarke County, Virginia From “Decoration Day Address” Welcome all to this fine occasion on this beautiful day.  I will begin by saying for all of us, that I love this Old Chapel.   This Old Chapel here is just about the finest one I’ve ever seen, and if anyone in this town…

Good Control of Insect Pests by S. G. Jary

Good Control of Insect Pests by S. G. Jary [from Chapter 4: Beetles and Pill Bugs…] The Brouwn Beetle The lourdly Brouwn Beetle is un-like any of his Brothers, Sisters, Cousin-Germans or other Relations in the Insecta Class. The brave Fellow proudly struts his cocoa Carapace with a certain aire of Dignity, usually checking his…

Kask by Maciej Kuczynski

Kask by Maciej Kuczynski I woke up in my hotel bed with cockroach arms and a cigarette up my butt.  I turned to face the Mona Lisa who cackled madly and tossed me a former bedfellow of hers for company.  His name was Wallace and we sat and cried and ate jelly sandwiches until my…

Scandinavian Folklore by Laila Duran

Scandinavian Folklore  By Laila Duran King Raufpumkin “Cover up your fingers, children, before they turn black with frost.”  The three shivering babes, Niklaus, Gamel, and Gjurd, stopped in their tracks. They had been traveling without a single pip or peep through the treacherous Freyja woods on their way to grandmamma and grandpappa’s house where delicious…

Hellrazor: Rock, Booze, Salvation by Jarvis Queen

Hellrazor: Rock, Booze, Salvation by Jarvis Queen I still remember when I hit “rock” bottom. It was December of 1987 and I was on the road with Spandex Tiger in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. These were heady times: Perestroika taking hold in the eastern block, brutal civil wars throughout Latin America and, here at home, declarations from…

Ireland: a terrible beauty by Jill and Leon Uris

IRELAND: a terrible beauty by Jill and Leon Uris It was pouring rain the day we landed in Dublin. As if our plane being delayed by over two hours wasn’t enough, the car service our hotel said they arranged for us NEVER showed up. Even AFTER we called the hotel, the atrocious and frankly mean…

Football Hero by Tim Green

Football Hero by Tim Green The game was in the fourth of four quarters, reaching an exciting conclusion, but Vince’s mind was not on the gridiron in front of him, but the bleachers behind him.  His bitter, menopausal mother stared down at him from her perch at the top of the bleachers, a good three…