My father died on Good Friday several years ago, from an aneurysm that erupted inside his brain. On Easter of this year, I survived a hemorrhagic stroke, which, whether there was a weak point in a blood vessel or not, is an eerily similar thing to have happen. Massive brain bleeding. Providence is always and […]

The last $100 Visa card she sent in my rucksack, $43.87 still on it. I checked before the mission this morning. I was going to get a plain cheeseburger and fries when I got back.

I’ve seen a vision, from above. Hello? Little dove?
A vision of life rethought, rekindled love, close to earth, Hon?

“What? I die, don’t you care at all?
“Can’t you care even at all?”

Welcome to George H. Plaster's internet home, where I write and read a little, and enjoy reasonable discussions. I stroked out a couple of weeks ago, so the readings may be delayed. You are welcome here, and I hope y'all like it. I write mostly fiction and poetry, but I'll have some just general commentary […]

Cold blue the pain, and a thousand crickets weep.