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PLUMBING PROBLEMS: PART I
Published by Hadrosaur Press in Hadrosaur Tales Volume 21 in 2004. At one time Writers Digest considered Hadrosaur Press one of the 100 best websites for writers. I had a great deal of fun writing this story using my science background.
The story will appear in multiple posts. Hope you stick with it.
PLUMBING PROBLEMS: PART I
Marcus Worthy purchased the farmhouse and 20 acres of property in rural Pennsylvania two years ago. He immediately started the renovations required for the barn, and now the renovations for the house and barn were completed long ago. Marcus had a few decorating chores to complete, and his house would be to his liking. Grabbing two paintings, a hammer, and some picture hooks, he headed for the master bathroom. As he was hanging the pictures on the wall opposite the sink, he suddenly felt a constriction around his chest and a stinging sensation. He withered to the floor and lay motionless, paralyzed while he was slowly engulfed.
PLUMBING PROBLEMS: AN INTRODUCTION TO A SHORT STORY
Soon I will be beginning posting my short story, Plumbing Problems, published in 2004 by Hadrosaur Press. It is a rather ‘long short story and will appear in seventeen posts.
I hope you find this story entertaining. I’m a retired scientist and had fun thinking about the plot and discussing the science. There are both scientific facts and scientific fantasy in the story. I’ll let you figure out which is which.
Hope you stick with it.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: CITY DEATH
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Whispers of the Unchained Heart in 1977.
CITY DEATH
Gone-
Murdered by concrete
And polluted air,
Witness to city’s growth,
Yielding shade on sultry days,
Forming crystalline sculptures in winter,
Morning drones with saws,
A barren stump your marker,
Death your reward.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: PARK RESIDENT
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Shadows of the Elusive Dreams in 1975.
PARK RESIDENT
Winding through city streets,
Stumbling from a park-bench sleep,
In the uncertain light of dawn
He wanders,
Eyes brimmed with despair,
Blessed with another day
His mind recalls vague dreams,
Dreams of his youth
Gone to mist,
Less often now come dreams
Unknown to park-bench beds,
Night brings only cold,
Thoughts void of future.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: EVERGLADE’S JOURNEY
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mirrors of the Wistful Dreamer in 1980.
EVERGLADE’S JOURNEY
Propellor spins,
And engine speaks a staccato song
To water and tree,
Sawgrass streaks by
In a maze of wildlife and nature,
Animals scurry,
Alligators lift their horny heads
And lacking patients with mankind
Move on,
Free,
Gliding along a filmy surface of life
Where nature exists as a power
Not as a tool.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: OVERHEAD
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Journeys of the Poet / Muse in 1983.
OVERHEAD
Overhead, one by one the light bulbs expire,
Their guts bursting,
And in death their ghosts yield a softer view of life,
Harsh shadows melt away,
Reality fades into the background
And the room’s boundaries sink into infinity,
Another bursts in incandescent death,
Familiar objects take on new shapes
As possessions melt from sight,
A book left open,
The words blur into feelings,
Something calls from the darkness
Waiting to be released as the last flame fades.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITNG POESTRY: DISTANT JEWEL
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Echoes of the Unlocked Odyssey in 1974.
THE DISTANT JEWEL
Shimmering diamonds in the distance,
Glimmering pearls on an ebony sea,
The city lies ahead
Made lovely by night
And the span of miles,
Those who know her close
Have seen her decay,
Known her bright avenues
The debris of progress,
The broken spirit of men.
Distance lends to a hazy beauty,
Close inspection,
Horror.
MY ATTEMPTE AT WRITING POETRY: NIGHT RAIN
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Voice of the Majestic Sage in 1984.
Night Rain
The darkened hush of an autumn evening,
A distant mummer and a world of sound approaches,
The wind sweats great flowing beads
Yet in darkness
Where colors fade to gray
And reality to hazy contours
Night hides the rain,
As if only the sound exists,
A time for memories that have no sounds
Only pictures alive in some unchanged time,
A memory’s life.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: LOVE VISITED
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Dreams of the Heroic Muse in 1982.
LOVE VISITED
Love visited me once
On a moonlit night
Last in six months,
I grew,
Was nourished,
Became almost human
As my being sought a home,
I held the moon at arm’s length
And watched it grow small
As its certain cycle
Continued to darkness,
The baying of dogs rings untrue,
The sky is empty.
MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: THE TEMPEST
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Treasures of the Precious Moments in 1985.
THE TEMPEST
Lost,
In a torrent of storm and power
A delicate finger fondles the earth’s surface,
Extends from a dark gray womb reaching out,
Caressing,
Tearing with the force of a lover lost in ecstasy,
A mighty machine borne of cloud and air
Spending itself on the unsuspecting earth,
I watch,
A distant viewer of a mystical force,
Amazed at the beauty death’s angel has summoned,
Amazed at the power unleashed before my eyes,
Distance masks the fury, the rage of storms,
Distance masks the horror of life’s reality.
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