THE GAME, poem by James Strauss

THE GAME, poem by James Strauss

The Game That I’m not really here at all,It’s not spring springing into fall,Forsaken they can’t do anything,No prayer not on this kind of wing.I would be afraid if I could,Can’t fear what I think’s too good,My judgment tied circling my soul,It’s me but I don’t...
The Duke, Part Thirty-Nine

The Duke, Part Thirty-Nine

The Duke Part XXXIX The Blue Island waited, quietly tucked in between two other buildings, all three linked together instead of having any space between them at all.  A small neon sign in the front window indicated that it was open, although, upon getting close,...
The Duke, Part Thirty-Eight

The Duke, Part Thirty-Eight

THE DUKE Part XXXVIII Darren followed Star into the home, expecting a party atmosphere, or to hear Elvis singing off in some corner of the living room like had been the case the previous time he’d met him. But there was none of that. Instead, once he made the turn...
The Pride Of The Small Lion

The Pride Of The Small Lion

THE SMALL LION Even though the humans gave him the name Bentley, the small lion didn’t know he was a pet and would have resorted to almost any act in order to prove that being a pet was not something he found to be acceptable. In point of fact, he had his own pet,...
THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, Part IV

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, Part IV

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART IV Short Story by James Strauss   Christmas had come and gone, and then New Years, too. There was nothing to New Years, not even on the television, except for the fact that the ball in New York came down a blessed one hour before...