A poem/story that I wrote after seeing an old grave in Seneca, Nebraska while looking for my great grandfather’s grave. The date on the gravestone was in the 1880s, I believe.

Playing music for fish and turtle to cope with adolescent heartbreak.

This story is a continuation of Travels with Brother Delvery page 2. Simon Peter/ Charles Liston walks down a country road with John the Baptist/ Father Curtis. Father Curtis, a kindly old man, gives Charle Liston some practical advise on living. They turn down a road and go fishing. It is there that Charles Liston will meet Jesus, Brother Delvery.

My Grandmother told me of the stormy night when she met my Grandfather.

Problem officers.

This is Chapter Two of TNZ, my zombie story. Old friends are met and weapons are found. Enjoy.

A zombie story taking place in Omaha, Nebraska, my home town. No deus ex machina of Resident Evil proportions here. No highly skilled cops who know martial arts. Its just my character and his makeshift weapons against Undead Omaha.

With all of the piratey pictures and stuff taking over the Triond ship as of late, I thought I might join in with a tale of me own husband during his smuggling day (there was only the one).

Naps make me groggy, so I rarely take them. When I do take a nap, hilarity results.

A poet, a tuba, and a recital are ingredients for disaster.