The Flower Bath Horror Book Cover

Here's the cover of my new novel ' The Flower Bath Horror' - just completed it in one month for NaNoWriMo - whew, what a learning curve!  Will be available on my site free for  limited time soon. Let me know your thoughts re the cover, thanks.

An unscheduled visit to Robert Mugabe’s presidential house

(This is a re-post, in light of today's military takeover in Zimbabwe) Today's GPS, which even calculates the space-time difference between the ground and the satellite giving it information, is sadly not so good at knowing what changes have taken place on the roads it guides you through during the day. And so it was … Continue reading An unscheduled visit to Robert Mugabe’s presidential house


I never really liked school, and they weren't the best days of my life. So there, I've said it. I was an occasional bunker, but not so's you'd notice. On our school bus, which went to the school which gave me another chance after I'd been expelled from my previous school, there were a bunch … Continue reading THE DAY THE WHOLE BUS BUNKED


My parents are good country folk, my Mom was an English and Art teacher, and my Dad was a printer, and in his earlier days, a prizefighter and then legit boxer. They had already had their share of their wayward young son's waywardness. Now they had to deal with his expulsion from school. My worst … Continue reading SO WHEN MY FOLKS FOUND OUT


  Hm. Things finally overflowed between me and my Head Master towards the end of my fourth year in high school. By this time, I had built up a long history of subordination, rebelliousness, tomfoolery, and even actual disobedience, which was reflected in up to six red stripes across my ass daily. These stripes were … Continue reading EXPELLED


The prep master that evening, when I had bunked to do the grocery shopping and political science 101, was our PT (Physical Training) and Geography master. We were not on cordial terms, either. So when he called my name at prep that evening, he asked me to stand up. This prevented any of my friends … Continue reading BUT THE NEXT DAY…