I Felt The Grip of Death

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  Death’s grip started with excruciating pain, but then, eventually faded into  peaceful bliss.  I didn’t have time to say goodbye to anyone because death would not wait for my wishes.  I wasn’t ready, but it didn’t matter; it was happening no matter what.   Death came to me, ready or not.   I touched him and felt the terrible burn, but at the same time, enjoyed the blissful wave of peace wit Read More

“Like” SRCarson site on facebook. You can also respond to my next post, eventually by email

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In about 5 minutes, I will post something of significance, and I would be honored if you would respond.  I understand that there is not a place for email on my blog yet, but I promise I am going to fix that.  You can wait till then and let it all out, if you feel so inclined.  However, presently the only way to respond is on facebook if you “like” it. Best regards. SRC   Read More

Get It On

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Yeah, I know, this is supposed to be a literary blog.  A place where I show some of my writing to my readers for entertainment and hopefully, to create a following for my upcoming publications. (first come first serve). Well, I had no idea what a blog was until May, and now I am even more clueless than before.  I wonder who in the hell came up with the word “blog” and why the hell do us “blogger Read More

Home Alone, Grand Finale…Maybe

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The jackhammer pounding of my heart forced the blood into my carotid and temporal arteries, and it was all I could do to keep my body from jerking with each pulse, thus giving away my location to the intruder that the police couldn’t find.  I called upon my military survival training to control my breathing and concentrate totally on completing my task successfully.  My index finger gingerly remained in the Read More

Home Alone, Part Deux

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      Please re – read Part I and recall the gentle breeze brushing my warm lips before caressing my eager nose with a luscious scent of classy perfume… satin ladies reappearing and the peacefulness overcoming my exhausted cells…the visit by the police…   About three am, I woke up suddenly, startled by a noise at the computer in my study, possibly an email notification or IM buzz.  Memo Read More

Home Alone. I Think

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    After spending the day operating on hearts, I met a friend for dinner and a glass of cab, and then headed home to crash.  Thought about editing my novel a little, but my creative juices leaked out and the reservoir was empty.  Hard to be creative when your hands are inside someone’s chest cavity for hours on end.  While driving down the street to my home, I noticed a police car parked about two h Read More

Father’s day, Shmather’s day

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    If you’re lucky enough to have a father, congratulations, and show him love.  If your father is no longer alive, then cherish his memory with love. And if you never knew your father or worse, never received love from him, then move on and live life to its fullest. Relax; this isn’t a mushy lecture from some feel – good guru, no, far from it.  It’s simply a brief story from your humble blog w Read More

A scene from “To Love with Hate”

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Wyatt arrived home about three – thirty after the golf outing and one pint at lunch.  Katherine called to say she and the boys would be late, but that he could go ahead and help himself to the beef roast, which he did. He then fell asleep on the couch with his beeper next to his head. Exactly at 4:30, sure enough, the beeper sounded off, awakening Wyatt from a nice slumber on the soft leather couch. Damn.  Read More