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That toy box caused lot of trouble,for such a little thing.It’s very nameA lie.No dolls inside,No toy soldiers.no balls, games, puzzlesor skates.Just an empty rectangleContaining the darkest evil,I or anyone else had ever seen.21” x 40”Depth unknown. [This poem is included (amongst many others) in my 2022 chapbook WHISKEY STORIES]

1. 1955.It was snowing like hell and I was in the middle of Ohio, so that was two bad things. The snow had started the day after Thanksgiving and it hadn’t let up now for twenty-four hours. I’d gone to Toledo for a medical procedure, and was now on my way to Pittsburgh to conclude…

Ashes of beloved pets.Ashes of others’ beloved pets(that you were once lucky enough to pet).Ashes of loved ones in little ceramic jars.Ashes of loved ones in small wooden boxes.Some are in ziplock bags.They don’t warn you,that as you get older,these things gather:they begin taking upa lot of space on your shelf;in your top drawer,and in…

It was just a little old mason jar- the kind with the screw-on cap and “Ball” in raised letters on the side of the glass. The jar was left over from when my old buddy Troy came by one time to share some of the fine homemade sour mash he cooked up in the hills…

The novella’s first chapter is presented here courtesy of Anxiety Press. The full version of Braddock’s Falls is available in both paperback and e-book formats: https://a.co/d/dFTIXKd Chapter 1 Braddock’s Falls was supposed to be my refuge that summer. For three weeks I’d be free from calls from my ex-wife’s lawyer, free from calls from my…