Meeting Samuel Beckett At The Mortuary “Glad to see you McKernan. Is this your funeral?” “No Sir I died several years ago Just dropped by to give you this autographed copy of Keats’s Odes.”…
August Daybreak Light comes slowly on a foggy morning. Trees and bushes look villainous cloaked in darkness. Under a heavy weight the limbs sag with somber colors black and gray. Streetlight angels with halos…
“BOY” It stop me in my tracks. The inflection carried the thrust of a knife blade “BOY! “What-cha doing here. You belong back on the interstate.” Two figures moved around the shell of a…