The capital is ruled by swine, fat and mean, as rude and indolent as any congressman, as imperious as any senator. The mud-choked streets are their wallow and they bow to no one. A particularly obstreperous gang of hogs had blocked the passage of their carriage along...
July 1, 1863 — 10 p.m The syrupy night air swaddled the Second Brigade like a damp blanket, as a million flying, buzzing things vied for the blood of the troops. The column clattered along the dusty pike with little complaint save the sighs of men marched 30...
"God, it's hot," I thought. The air was so thick it was difficult to breathe - and, looking up at the sun, I saw it was surrounded by a milky haze. I sneezed. "Bless you." The familiar voice behind me in the queue caused me to shiver despite of the heat - and, after...
My dearest Margaret, Picture yourself on a boat. On a river. And naked for your lover. Casual as a Venus posing before her bath, you hover, no, float over the water, yet drift among the reeds and lilies. How does the lover sigh over your breasts? or is it merely the...
Whumph! That's the last thing he felt and heard, that dull, buffeting thud, and the sense of leaving the earth then falling back again. Now what the hell was going on? How'd he get here? He was stark naked. But - oh God - the most beautiful girl he could ever imagine...
"Look at the nice bum on that young man walking down the street." I carefully placed the delicate china cup and saucer down on the coffee table. Getting up and crossing the room to look out the window, I was just in time to see a man dressed in short, tight, denim cut...
I'm a man, yes I am and I can't help but love you so... Lyrics from the song 'I'm a Man' by Chicago Escape had been easy for Marisol this time. She watched the silvery wing of the plane arc slowly over the sunburnt and lonely Baja landscape miles below. It was always...
Where did all the triple-deckers go? The entire neighborhood had been obliterated, all changed; he recognized nothing. Yet, he was standing just outside the square. Bernard fixed the location of the old drug store with the soda fountain in his mind. An entirely new...
Transit officer Kara Tracy had just turned over the fourth collar of her shift, and it wasn't even rush hour. At 23, and assigned to the groper squad, she was already something of a legend, featured on local television—face pixilated of course—as she racked up a...
8:30 a.m. at Moe's Diner. I'm in my usual booth, minding my own business when they walk in. He's tall, gaunt, and pasty, with a smirk you'd like to smack off his face. She's pretty. Not tall. A petite but curvy build clad in a tiny black dress that looks like it was...