By Jim Parks ... From down the street, I heard such a sorrowful tune coming form the place they call the Spanish Moon. - Little Feat The con...

By Jim Parks The mother cat, Miss Rosabel, ignored me as I scooped the kittens up and put them in the tow sack. She rubbed against my legs a...

Believe in me cause I don't believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe. Me and Mister Jones stare i...

By Jim Parks Streaming sunlight penetrating the gauzy curtains through air washed of its sooty, dusty characteristic haze by the previous ni...

By Jim Parks A steady pull, that’s what one needs in these circumstances. Just pull along in the water, don’t fight the tide, just rest betw...

Yes, Bill, the IRT! Another seaman dispatched me there one weekend, I think it was Labor Day, all the way from Norfolk. He said the girl wat...

By Jim Parks Priscilla Johnson felt a shiver run down her spine, through the crack of her butt and up into her pubic mound just the moment s...