Archive for March, 2015

Ginger O'Neal, TSS

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

The ambulance moved at an unwavering pace. Its red lights flashing. Leaving Philadelphia early. The driver and P.A. Assistant knew they could make the four-hour run and be back at home-base by evening and their own dinner tables. “Well, she finally got what she wanted.” “What’s that, Bill?” Bill, driving, looked at P.A. Owens kinda […]

The Unseen Bow

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

Again with the eve, the prison chapel bell tolls…. Clang ! Clang! Clang! Yet, for me and the sound, nothing left but my own forgotten story; aah.. and the hunt for thyself …. a search along hard-road-thought, where I drop and bleed. These nights where acts go off in my head as if a play, […]


Sunday, March 15th, 2015

Nice Again I walk along a tree-line way with soft, yellow street-lights as a path’s glow…. Thee apartment not far. It shall be the first encounter of love for me, in oh-of-time so very very long ….And I say to myself…. “How on earth will I get the deep, stain of prison from me, how […]

Aubrey (Part4)

Sunday, March 15th, 2015

The green car pulled up Fulton Street slowly, from her window the same coffee mug releasing steam….. Pam saw the elderly black couple looking at the few homes…..The car stopped in front of Aubrey’s house. The couple got out, the wide woman in jeans was carrying a bucket with cleaning items sticking up. The man […]

One Of Many

Thursday, March 5th, 2015

See him home…. He is young. He does not say much but he has a nice smile. He is shy to most things, especially girls. As a teen. Always respectful to others, he found some comfort; found.. it all.. by smoking weed. The young man then fell in love. With that stage of his life […]