The ocean growled to Gaia ‘we need our revenge, we must end this now.’ Gaia looked at the plastic, floating in rafts across the seas, observed the destruction of the sea bed, witnessed the poisoning and contamination of the creatures …
The col du Ravin isn’t quite your average climb; it’s a little different from an hors catégorie mountain race.
The last four kilometers wind snake-like through a desolate landscape of rocks and dust. No vegetation, no restorative shade, and only …
You know, 12 years old is a remarkable age. It’s on the cusp of so many things of substance.
Our first school dance was at 12, and the next step was Junior High. Some sisters were taller than their same-age …
He knows full well I can see his reflection on the drinks fridge door. He’s leaning on the counter, checking my arse again, the sod, while I um and ah over what weak beer to get. I wish he’d bloody …
Christmas, oddly I suppose, is far from my favorite holiday but I’ve had two really special ones I will never forget.
The first was in 1978. My wife, Cindy, and I were recently married and living in an apartment complex …
“I lost my Booky,” I tell my father.
After a full day’s work for a clothing manufacturer, a gobbled dinner at the Automat, night classes in pattern-making, and finally a subway ride home to the Bronx, my father walks through …
Gunning it in reverse out of the driveway, trying to go with the flow, flying backwards down Henry Street, a no-look sharp left at Old Army Road, ever do that at 30, driving backwards? Shakes the shit out of you, …
Milo looked out the bars of his kennel, staring emptily at the dark, messy bedroom he found himself in now. He could see Ruby and Charlie’s cage, but he couldn’t tell if they were awake or not, and he’d really …
Rising from the ashes. Evaluating freedom, and those indelible scars.
Taylor Dibbert is author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset.” He’s seeking representation for his first novel.…