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I teach writing at the University of Central Florida and off campus can usually be found chained to my notebook. I have two children, four grandchildren, one great-grandchild, a dog and a cat. In that order. I wish I still had my old 1954 Buick Special.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dragons: 25 of 102

Called St. George Animal Control and got his answering machine: "Leave a message and I'll get back to you within 24 hours." It's been three weeks. I'm used to the dragon: Consulted the original Intelligent Designer. Put a dish of Alpo on the porch with a side bowl of Aquavit. Got a bag of marshmallows and cut a lonnngggg bra...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Pets: 2 of 7

Skunked They waddle wherever they please. They strike fear into the hearts of brave, brawny men. They mate in March and their hormones rage. Did I say they strike fear into the hearts of brave, brawny men? Ah, yes, mephitis mephitis , the weasel with nature's atomizer, has perched on the parfum shelf of sylvan landscape for ...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Conscience: 3 of 7

Inheritance Chapter 1 Petrona Gilliam parked the Buick at the foot of the mountain, on the shoulder of the road. The trucks would need all the space available to turn into Leonard Lane off two-lane Rte 19E, passing through Spruce Pine, North Carolina. Leonard Lane didn't get any wider as it led straight up the hill, past thr...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Parents: 2 of 4

Drag Racing Down Walker Mill Road The old Buick had personality, we all agreed to that. Perhaps it was just our way of accepting the crack in the lower left corner of the windshield, the clicky whine on ignition, and the emergency brake that had to be disengaged with a hammer. Whatever. It was a car, and in 1961 very few tee...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a friend: 69 of 69

Mom was reticent, withdrawn, painfully shy, and therefore rarely went anywhere socially-a state of affairs which left my extroverted father in a quandry at times. Sometimes I wondered how they ever met and got married, but that was really none of my concern. Truthfully, I had just enough of my mother's nature to be too shy t...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Art: 10 of 10

Art is usually pretty much out of it, owing to his preoccupation with backgrounds. He never gets around to the actual focal point of the work, which results in massive areas of textured colors with a small rendering of the subject in one corner, usually the lower right. Art came into the visually graphic world as an aftertho...