Black ice by Rachel Joy Watson For two years, there was black ice everywhere; on my apartment steps, on the road to work and on the pathway we walked from my car to church. Sometimes we’d risk our lives just to drive down the road for a bag of hot tacos. On the way we’d […]
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Editor’s Note: The following is a chapter from an unreleased novel by Jack H. Simons. It follows the exploits of David Skevo, a man of remarkable skills and talents, whose career as an “invisible man” started with a mission gone sideways in the jungles of Laos during the Vietnam War. Recovery by Jack H. Simons […]
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In Memoriam: Norman, Oklahoma, 1946 by Jack H. Simons Mom and Dad died — buried ten weeks apart On equally cold, wet, blustery days. And I fell into despair — as though I Had never gone to war, had never read The offices at the graveside, had not aged. As I mourned my way to […]
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It was still light outside. An old man sat in a shadowed spot on the padded bench that ran the length of the restaurant’s interior wall. Three diners sat together at a table in the center of the room. Two heralds of the evening entertainment set up the sound system on the small stage. A […]
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For My Wife by Jack H. Simons As you go your way, And I go mine. Me to death, and you to life. I wish to tell you my heart. Though sentenced to die Before I was born, I remain a contented man, Who, while this short candle burns, Will seek you again, […]
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“Now and then we had a hope that, if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.” –Mark Twain, S-t-e-a-m-boat a-comin’! The Pirates of My Youth by Jack Simons As a child, I developed a passion for jewels and gold – strange, seeing I possessed none, and neither did my parents. In […]
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Maybe Incognito By Titus Daniel Gee Jimmy’s secret life began in the first house, not the rambling estate of his junior high and high school years. No, before that. At his first place, the little split-level tract home on a quarter acre that his dad referred to as “the postage stamp.” It started – perhaps […]
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On My Surly Part Jack H. Simons (with apologies to Dylan Thomas)
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Poem: I Believe in Art by Jack Simons Especially when Mozart or Bach With complex musical reason Inflame my spirit, and I catch the logic Of holy counterpoint, and hear the heavens Opening their eternity to my crabbed spirit, I rise to meet the sun that has yet to show Itself in the darkened […]
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Instead of Fear by Jack Simons I don’t believe I was really awake when General Douglas MacArthur gave his famous speech at West Point to accept the Sylvanus Thayer Award on July 12, 1962. I had graduated from high school 35 days earlier, and was more interested in girls, Fords and Chevies, college in the […]
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