I'm going to throw this out to my audience knowing this is only the beginning of the last narrative in my GHOST RUNNERS series. Let me know if you like it, or just let it be.  It's going out free from me. Now, if a publisher or agent wants to make whoppee with me, that's another story.  But first draft promise is to my audience here."Each...

While swimming or walking Caesarian on the shores off Coney Island, I am reminded that less than a year ago, my precious ocean overturned, and we were greeted by the fish and the mud, and the debris of other shores. When my beautiful granddaughter, Aria, was born and my second son married this past August, I thought about completeness. I thought GH...

Hurricane Sandy was the storm that changed the beach. I remember sitting under the boardwalk. How it took a long time to reach the shore. Today at Coney Island, the sea has wiped the distance away. There is no more shore line. In a few more hurricanes, there will be no beach. Maybe no people. New York is going under the water from which it came. Ha...

I live on the fourth floor of an overpriced pre-war building one block from the Atlantic Ocean. I love the sea. On Saturday, as I had done almost every day for the past three months, I went into the ocean at Brighton Beach. The temperature was sixty-three degrees inside and outside on the shore. I gazed with love at my ocean. I feel it even healed ...

The Olympics begins in a few weeks amid the pageantry of spectacle that will have many of us glued to our television set. London seems to be a wonderful place to hold this event. For Jews, though, the Olympics are a place in which bad things have happened. We cannot celebrate fully; Munich and the death of Israeli athletes must be with us like shat...

Honest to a fault, I thought. My little pension was carrying me through, and I NEVER stole a dime, I swear, but now I  feel I may be involved in something very weird.About seven days ago, my pension check came into my Chase account as it usually does at the end of the month through ACH. Along with that, another ACH electronic check was posted....

In the aftermath of a painful truth about the death of an American boy on an American shore, I taught my racial psychology class, and the irony did not escape us last night. It is in the pre-holiday spirit where the teacher does not want to teach; the students do not want to learn. Early dismissal and goodbye. But it just doesn't go down that way. ...

I knew Dante the first moment he hugged his son but was skittish about doing it, as men often are. His son, Junior is going off to the Gulf War, and the father is choking on the inside cause he knows about combat. He knows about Nam. We are not told about the killings there. You see, that begins the beauty of Vic Fortezza's novel, Killing, on amazo

In the capital of Indian country, on the murals of Aztec Avenue and down the street at Ford Motors, it was payday. A perfect storm greeted the Navajo, the Hopi, and the Zuni; even as far away as Arizona, the huge Pima had gathered. Pick-up trucks and ever gleeful children rode in the open air. It didn't matter the highway. Route 666, though having ...

The White Bridge, the title of my newly published novel by All Things That Matter Press, is not unique in the annals of American literature, though it may well have been. Just yesterday, a very small, yellowish-bound, but otherwise perfectly preserved copy of a one act play arrived indelicately by post from San Francisco. It cost me seven dollars,

In a convoluted sense, I truly understand the “Stand Your Ground” law in Florida. Poor Trayvon Martin’s fiancé will just have to find another American dream—of love, family, and her pursuit of happiness. For the rest of us, we will go on until the next atrocity, the next isolated event. But for her, and Trayvon’s family, trust me, this is a "shatte

On Fire With Ginger Lee ... an introduction “ ... there is a connection to a bridge that they draw like Jesus on a mural, in the dashboards of the American brain. It’s being built, in reality, an irresistible idea, from our country to theirs, to Nazi Germany. Verschauer’s assistant is a doctor named Josef Mengele. He has zeal to study twins. What a