Lady and The Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure: Arnie & Christine Take Angel Home
Main Street in Westfield became Court Street, and Court Street became Rivers Lane once Arnie Cunningham turned right around a hilly bend inside a blood-smeared Christine, Angel still awake, but now feeling a few aches and bruises where her head had...
Lady and The Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure: Buster vs. Christine
In a dank alleyway off of George Street in Westfield, MA in southern New England, Buster the Doberman held Angel the Pomeranian pinned down by two heavy front paws, while his twelve-inch curved delicacy member, he continued to force with a great...
Little Hawk, Maine
"Trixie, you gonna meet us up at Buzzard's Taven or what?" asked Norman Daylor, who was covered with mosquitos and Old Spice. He was smoking a Newport and had half a Steel Reserve clenched in his husky paw. "Yeah, gawdamnit, Daylor, gimme half a...
From Across The Avenue . . .
FACT: On December 18, 1975, George and Kathy Lutz, and their three children, Daniel, Christopher, and Missy, moved into 112 Ocean Avenue, Amityville, Long Island, a 2 ½ story frame wood-shingle dwelling. FACT: On January 15, 1976, the Lutzes fled...
Dreams Really Do Come True
I will never forget that warm June night in 2013, when I had let the idea of my window cracked open to the chance of a short cool evening breeze enter my room. It had been a very long day, a Sunday, June 02, 2013, nothing really spectacular, except...
A Frightful Discovery
Sharp rain and golden, clapping thunder and lightning shook Green Meadow as Montgomery "Good News" Moose, dripping and shaken (he just was damned plain scared of thunder and lightning), made a final turn around the hill and bounded up the steps,...
Spot Poem
As I walk the Westfield strip to "Set Adrift On Memory Bliss" this imagination does kiss all the wonder there is to reminisce all the perfect moments never occurred through the lopsided world of furs, where luminous beings husk and murmur...
Moving To Green Meadow
"Mom, I just don't think I fit in here," exclaimed Fred Fox. They had just moved into Green Meadow from the big city of Metropolis. Fred and his mother had just unpacked the U-Haul, after three tiring hours of driving through the crazed interstate,...
Open Poetry
Andrew Jennings 5/26/2013 Bondage We will not die for a god like this, who creates mistakes that walk like this. I spit in his face who made me, and laugh as he obeys me. I have listened enough to your children, with their squeamish...
Crossing Realms
I figured it would be a usual night as I finished up my closing duties at the Shop N' Stop delicatessen. With my shift being 4-11, I was ready to go out and hit the Irish Pub for a beer or two. I was not expecting anything more than a little fuzz and...
Minding To Business
"Mr. A, I believe the answer to your so-called "problems" exist in my briefcase. Yes, a look inside would you care to have?" invited the rookie vulpine. With an eager nod, the young, newlywed Dalmatian agreed. Why not? Being married was tougher than...
Momma and Randall
Momma looked at her son and spoke, for the first time all day, stern, sad, and determined. "Randall, I am not going _anywhere_. This is _my_ home. I gave birth to you here, twenty-nine years ago, may God bless the memory of your Father Michael in...