Harry sauntered down Brooklyn’s Spencer Street with his hands in his brown corduroy pants pockets. His new blue shirt felt a little scratchy under his parka, but it looked super. That’s what Mama told him. One of the tails of the shirt hung out a little. Mama said he should hurry, but the nice day with blue sky and a few white puffy clouds slowed his steps. He could see the boys playing catch or something way down at the end of the block. They looked like little sticks, like ants.
Added by Richard O. Benton on May 21, 2016 at 8:40am —
Ten years. How time flies. I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear you are dying. No one deserves it more. I almost didn’t write you, but soon enough I would be left to my regrets and you would be in the ground and all I could do is spit on your grave. This is better because I can stick it in your craw while you can still feel pain and you can’t do anything about it.
Hope you believe in Hell, Sarge, because personally, I hope you rot there. Just thinking of the… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on May 14, 2016 at 4:47am —
July 12th dawned gray, and with the prospect of rain my mood likely wouldn’t improve. My brain didn’t let me sleep much, something I dealt with pretty much daily. I knew what was coming.
I eased out from under my covers, glanced at Lori’s womanly form on her side, a bulk of smooth hip under the green floral spread raising the covers like a rounded hill of grass that deepened into a valley only to rise subtly, dip and rise again. Mussed gray hair peeked out, cupping her lined but… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on May 7, 2016 at 8:13am —
I stared mesmerized at the August sunset. At this height, the sinking red orb cleaved two distant mountains so exactly it looked staged. Nature couldn’t produce a better end for a day. I let out a long weary breath, part rarefied air, part exertion.
Beside me Allie looked at it wide-eyed, breathing hard. She had to be thinking the same thing as me. We’d just finished our climb and stood together on an irregular rectangular rock about ten feet square. The last part, walking over a… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on April 30, 2016 at 1:30pm —
Black country road. Wet night. Unknown territory. No yellow center line. No painted guidelines at the sides. No shoulder. Black on black. Pelting rain. Sudden flash of car lights. Recipe for disaster!
Dazzled, I cut the wheel right. The car drove by so close I felt its suction jostle mine. Amazed that we didn’t hit and terrified about where I might be heading, I cut the wheel hard left, my heart in… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on April 23, 2016 at 9:24am —
“You are too wise for me.” That’s what the lady says.
I don’t believe it. Harvard grad, Phi Beta Kappa, president of her class, is what I hear through da grapevine. Beautiful woman, like foxy. This I know. See her every day goin’ here and there lookin’ all serious. She smile, I bet she light up a room. But, never see that one smile.
I work metal. Wisht I never got in this welding. My friend Bruno, he says, “You make a lotta money.” That’s what he…
Added by Richard O. Benton on April 16, 2016 at 4:10pm —
A thunderous crash followed the flash so close they were literally connected, an overlay rather than two separate features of the same event. The gazebo shook. Startled, I bolted from my chair to see what must have caught fire. The air felt electric. My skin prickled. The unmistakable odor of ozone washed over me. Too close! Too damn close!…
Added by Richard O. Benton on April 2, 2016 at 8:23am —
Such a jolly old man, my grandfather! Although small and perhaps a little roly-poly, he didn’t let it affect him. He always told us grandkids he had shrunk and all that height had to go somewhere. His improbable statement brought laughter in the household, but it certainly had an element of truth to it. At my advancing age I find this curious malady occurring to my frame, too, and I am reminded of his comment.
Everyone loved Granther, his peers, his kids and it continued down through… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on March 26, 2016 at 10:20am —
Every year our publishing house is blessed with the talents of young interns. I wanted to share a blog post by one of our own for our forthcoming book, Libertariansim For Beginners.
“Seavey provides a thorough and easy to read explanation of libertarianism and its history. Full of examples and nuance, the book offers a balanced context for understanding this philosophy.”… Continue
Added by Dawn reshen-doty on March 23, 2016 at 10:50am —
I looked at this long and hard before deciding it should be published on my blog. I have altered the reminiscence below by removing irrelevant personal information included in the original text.
HAPPY TIMES appear like stratum in the grain of fine marble, where the entire slab characterizes life. It may grab our hearts as we run our fingers fondly along those seams and recall the love we bring to mind.
Happy thoughts are beautiful. They raise us up in cascading… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on March 19, 2016 at 7:57am —
Garcia caught up to him on State Road 76, west of Albuquerque. In his rear view mirror, Alphie saw the gang leader’s expression. He didn’t like it. Garcia was big, powerful, a real mean bastard. If he caught Alphie he would hurt him first – a lot – and then he would kill him. He watched Garcia roast a live snake over his cook fire not long ago. He watched the snake writhe helplessly until it didn’t move again. Garcia tossed the smoking remnant into the…
Added by Richard O. Benton on March 12, 2016 at 10:48am —
Theresa asks me to go to a party. I don’t feel up to par; depressed, I guess. School thing. She says it would do me good, get my mind off things. She won’t be denied.
“Okay, what time?”
“And I can leave any time?”
“Sure, but you won’t want to."
Wanna bet, I say to myself. Theresa bounces upstairs and I hear the bathroom door slam. I wish she wouldn’t do that. She’s too bubbly. I plop into my favorite rocker. Depression comes knocking. I let it… Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on March 5, 2016 at 8:52am —
In a white clapboard house nestled near a pond deep in the woods, an elderly woman knits in her chair. Family photos in various sizes decorate the walls and dozens of small frames cover the surface of the table behind her offering a… Continue
Added by Brenda Sorrels on January 8, 2016 at 1:41pm —
Recent Statistics views for my book trailers as of July 29th 2015.
Out of 12 trailers there are 9977 views with and average of 831 views and a range from 140 views to 2904 views.
Added by Jason Mark Alster M.Sc on July 29, 2015 at 5:57am —
Please Note: the CAPA Business BookMarketing Networking Meetings will be held on the last Saturday of each month till the end of the year. These will be held at the Wethersfield Public Library on the corner of Silas Deane and Church Street from 10:00AM to 12:00 PM
Added by Jason Mark Alster M.Sc on June 9, 2015 at 5:36pm —
I placed a page from my book Being In Control on a T-shirt for anyone to have.
Put on a Happy Face
Added by Jason Mark Alster M.Sc on April 16, 2015 at 11:29am —
Hi - I am seeking an author in CAPA that would like to be interviewed as soon as possible for the Meet A Member article in the Authority. Contact firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration. Thanks.
Added by Jason Mark Alster M.Sc on March 29, 2015 at 10:04pm —
In this lavender-scented atrium at the edge of a modern looking building, the spa ladies relax in soft chairs carefully arranged in alcoves of tropical plants and candles, amidst a massive stone fountain that babbles water over a trail of dark pebbles. … Continue
Added by Brenda Sorrels on March 12, 2015 at 5:20pm —
To: John Calabro
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Added by John Calabro on February 9, 2015 at 9:08pm —
I’ve never been very good at keeping a New Year’s Resolution. Like many people, I start out all fired up but then lose my enthusiasm a few weeks in. Of course, reflecting on how we have fallen short… Continue
Added by Brenda Sorrels on January 12, 2015 at 2:17pm —