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Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear from the things I've written. More things... Continue Reading →
We know how much you've wanted to see our place, everyone does, and unfortunately, geography makes it difficult for regular visits. In the meantime, we offer problematic or potential visitors this partial virtual postcard tour. So pull up a chair, have a cup of Chai, and click away! Mmmm... It smells like Nalini is cooking up some wonderful snacks and treats to share. So, pull up a chair and welcome aboard, let's catch up!
From Piedmont Press: September 2, 2025 Dearest Reyn, We are excited to report that your second book, REYN: I'M FELINE GREAT, continues as a best seller, remaining on Barnes & Noble's top fifty for the past 43 weeks. Since it premiered less than a year ago at #93, its sales have been phenomenal. It now... Continue Reading →
We won't apologize! This post has been removed by the United States Department of Health and Human Services. We are not compelled to reason. Our department, in accordance with this administration's policies, does not endorse reason. Damn you! Bastards, go away and die! Robert F. Kaneddy Junior As commanded by executive order from the Resulute... Continue Reading →
Yes, a hobo. I've always aspired to be a hobo. Even now, after twenty years of serving the Humanities Department as Professor Emeritus of Psychological and Psycic Abominations at Pacific Tech, Malibu, I have never lost my desire to ride the rails and pitch for coin. Sadly, when retirement dawned, that opportunity nearly dissolved on... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... Continue Reading →
But no more. She blamed her newfound confidence on me. Said I had brought her out and into herself. And here, I thought I was just using her. Maybe we both had just blossomed. Found ourselves in each other.
torn words, 
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