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• Black Walnut Creek

  By elbrookman on November 3, 2013 • ( 1 )

  

  Black Walnut Creek   A winter brook flows to Warmer, muddier waters. What we call Love, eternal babblings over stones, Flushing into spaces of courts and divisions Around the bay. A body handles Only so many transfusions, And each heart… Read More ›

• Huckleberry Pound

  By elbrookman on November 2, 2013 • ( 2 )

  

     I can only scribble about myself and my time.      Tell about growing up in a dive tavern in a bad neighborhood, Southeast Washington D.C., but little of the politics of that Marble City surrounding me. It is just… Read More ›

• First Date Horror

  By elbrookman on October 31, 2013 • ( 1 )

  

      When I was eighteen, I met a very attractive twenty-six year old, blonde, single mother of a 6 year old girl. I quickly asked her to go out to dinner and a movie for our first date. I got… Read More ›

• Terror On Flight 319

  By elbrookman on October 26, 2013 • ( 1 )

  

       I made it to the airport and waited in a long line to be checked for security purposes before my flight. I made sure I wasn’t hungry by eating just before at a Mexican food chain inside the airport…. Read More ›

• The Delivered Letter

  By elbrookman on October 23, 2013 • ( 12 )

  

       My Uncle was a bigwig in the Post Office and he would get me and my friends, part-time, eighty-nine day job appointments. The hourly wage was great for summers between college courses, or laying around till something more permanent… Read More ›

• Selling Cars

  By elbrookman on October 22, 2013 • ( 4 )

  

       When I was in my twenties, broke and looking to make some money, I took a job selling cars. Back then, everything you heard about degenerate car salesmen was absolutely true. No internet, or survey’s from the corporate car… Read More ›

• Madam Tillie ….The Fortune-Teller

  By elbrookman on October 17, 2013 • ( 2 )

  

       Madam Tillie was a palm reader, fortune-teller on Silver Hill Road. In our youth,  my friend Joe and I were sure it was a whore house and the rumors seemed to confirm it. We were eighteen and it was legal for… Read More ›

• My Pops, The Boxer.

  By elbrookman on October 16, 2013 • ( 0 )

  

      My Father was Irish and married a full blooded Italian woman . After he left his boxing career he became a bodyguard to a Washington D.C.  Italian, disorganized crime leader.   One night in bars near the Marine Barracks on 8th… Read More ›

• The New, Old Hippy, Elderly Democrats’ Revenge.

  By elbrookman on October 16, 2013 • ( 5 )

  

       So annoying is that Life Alert ad where the lady screams; “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” Personally,  just showing the woman rotting on the floor, and her femur bone being gnawed by her pet dog Fluffy, who… Read More ›