Tom I grew up in a large and literate family. My father worked for Time, Inc. in their Chicago office focusing on the production side of Time, Sports Illustrated and many other magazines. The use of words and effective communication was highly valued as I grew up. My dad introduced me to Science Fiction and I watched with amazement as men reached for and eventually walked on the moon. It wasn't until I was in my 50's that I started to write. It isn't important that you read or even like what's here. It is in some small way me saying 'This is who I am.'
  • The Library The late afternoon sun warmed up the room with a honey gold light. The kind of light reserved for great library’s where there were more books in Latin than any other language. History of mankind. Written in ink on paper bet beneath the ink lay the blood of billions. It dawned on Sam that it […] No responses November 28, 2016
  • Lurks in the Shadows “No sir, I do not like that color,” Martha looked at George and shook her head. “I’ll have to get 3 more lamps in here just so I can read my books. Where on earth did you ever think you could use the color Mahogany, to paint our bedroom?” George looked as if he had […] No responses September 13, 2016
  • A Rather Bad Poem Called “Swing Set” When the wind picks up you can hear the rusty squeal Thousands of tennis shoes dug dusty paths into the lawn Four decades ago the frame was a galvanized ideal Last year the slats gave way to dust. Everyone was gone Save one Pokemon Go. Go to hell the old man muttered to himself The […] No responses September 7, 2016
  • So Much Cheese, So Little Time ‘Damn these child proof caps,’ I said after 10 frustrating minutes trying to unscrew the white cap off the amber bottle. I had half a mind to take the little bottle downstairs into my dusky work shop and smash the container with a hammer. I’d be able to get at the pills then. However, I […] No responses June 26, 2016
  • Helium Balloons The early morning sun broke the horizon and began to color the acres of teams that dotted the country side. Here and there were banners marking the turf where the college school aviation teams had set up camp the night before. This weekend was the southwest region finals to see who could send a helium […] No responses June 13, 2016
  • More Veggies I tossed my keys on the counter and announced to all within earshot that ‘I was home,’ like a conquering hero even though I had only been to the local bodega to pick up a few odds and ends for dinner. Usually the tiny apartment was full of aromas, music or the incessant drone of […] No responses May 22, 2016
  • Whatever The last tumbler clicked into position. I wanted to turn the handle to see if it would swing the 90 degrees that would open the safe. If it barely moved that meant the alarm had been triggered and all the exits sealed. I’d be trapped in this vault till Monday morning when the armed guards […] No responses May 1, 2016
  • Whispers Across The Sea The letter was unreadable, save for the last few words. “Whatcha got there?” The baritone voice sounded god-like from on-high, coming from above the lip of the trench where Jessie Valdez was crouching, insulated from the construction noise. “Beats me,” he hollered over his shoulder and held his find up high, like an offering. “The […] No responses April 22, 2016
  • She Counted Clouds The back seat of the Buick was cramped. Sally had to sit on the hump between Grandma and Grandpa. She smelled like lavender. He smelled like whisky, but there was no choice in the matter. Every inch of space in the old vehicle was taken up with someone or luggage. 3 weeks at the lake […] No responses March 28, 2016
  • Soggy, yet Green “What do we do now?” The words didn’t need to be spoken, they were on the minds of every survivor in the camp. The old ways of doing everything was gone, as if learning that the face in the mirror you always assumed was you, was, in fact a beast from hell. What do we […] No responses March 13, 2016