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Flora, Fauna, & Philosophy

A Travel Journal by Mitchell Phillips McCrady Chris Joseph Stancato Pittsburgh to Cadiz: What's the Difference Part One The rite of travel is different for all those who step in a new direction. The traveler, wayfarer, vagabond, hobo, and gadabout take the terra incognita like a parched soul—quenching for drops of pastoral panoramas and clenching with fists of hell-raising ramblings through cities. Pittsburgh to Cadiz, Part 1, Mitchell Phillips McCrady             Read more [...]

¡Guns n’ Arepas! (A Miami Concert Story)

¡Guns N' Arepas! Chaz Parito looked at his watch then his phone while at a stop light. Both indicated that it was six o’clock. He was late for his first date with a girl named Rica Diego, a high school senior from Central. Chaz, a high school senior from Sawgrass, met her at a book fair two weeks earlier in Miami. His plan was to take her to dinner at a Cuban restaurant in Miami. Then see the Guns N’ Roses concert at the Miami Marlin’s Baseball Field. However, the plan had peeled away Read more [...]

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"If you are looking for a good read, you won't go wrong with A to P. I look forward to the next novel from Chris Joseph Stancato.”

 

 

 

 

A to P is A Top Novel

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“I enjoyed this novel. I found the characters to be relatable. It's set at a nice pace that continues to pick up to make for an exciting climax. An easy read the words and story flows.” Daslickest

“What a wild ride you travel as you read A Read more [...]

Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt

Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt

“You’ve got this all wrong,” Tim Derr said to his best friend of thirty years, Stephan Bailey who sat next to him on a stool at a tavern in Miami called, 305 Brass. “First and foremost compadre, as a person who has known you the most, and the best wingman that a guy looking for a girl could ask for—it’s not a blind date.”

“Remember when Tara and I went to an all-inclusive in Key West?” Tim asked.

“Of course,” Stephan said.

“Well, Read more [...]

A Delivery from Dorothy Jane

A Delivery from Dorothy Jane

Black and White Movies

Big Band Music

Stories about her childhood:

The lonely air in Lowber,

No joy in Charleroi.

Met a man from Monessen,

“Virginia is for Lovers.”

Completed a Family in 1971 :

A corner house at Henry Street

In the borough of N. Belle Vernon.

I recall (those vivid 14 years)

What I want to recall …

An artist, a baker, a craft maker.

I waited for mom to watch

Black and White Movies and

Listen to Big Band Music—

Stories about my Read more [...]

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards

A man from Miami wearing brown sandals, drawstring tan pants and a white guayabera appeared large between dead apple orchards. Two turkey vultures pecked on his body nailed between the long grass blades with a bullet. Their beaks had been breaking his skin since the scent stirred the air of a farm field in the eight hours of his death. The body was later identified by the sister of the deceased man: Charlie Snow.

Twelve hours earlier at the Merry Mountain Read more [...]

Captain’s Boat

Captain's Boat

“I’ve been weeping for a mighty long time. Yes, I’ve been weeping for a mighty long time.”

Kim Whistler sang The Five Blind Boys song as if she was in the Overtown Baptist Church choir. She sang with the harmony of happiness and claps of praise. But she was three blocks and one little boy from the church. Her voice bounced off the inside of the boat as the acoustics allowed the sadness to sink into the old sea worn wood of a boat, forty feet in length.

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Tibby’s Howl of Freedom

Tibby's Howl of Freedom

“I can’t find Tibby?” a rattled 10 years old girl named Rica said to her mother Britely who was cooking in the kitchen.

Together they frantically ran out of the apartment, down a flight of wet stairs and outside where Rica last saw her dog.

“Which way did she run?” Britely said.

“She saw a black cat, started to bark, and then,” Rica paused to catch her breath, “Tibby jerked and the leash slipped from my hand. I’m sorry momma—I’m sorry!” Rica began Read more [...]

Phonograph Flash Fiction

David Bowie

—In Memory of an Innovative Performer

As a “Young American” I listened to David Bowie. Many years would pass and I would be “Under Pressure” as an adult, but those “Changes” were for the better in my life. Eventually, the “Golden Years” gave me opportunities to celebrate with many knowing that, We can be Heroes, just for one day.

Ground control to Major Tom, there is a “Ziggy Stardust” in the sky tonight. Read more [...]