Stuff I have written under my real name or my pen name, Harley Staggars. You may read some of what is posted here on-line by opening the entry and clicking the…
"Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow" A young soldier, in the midst of a battle raging on a Pacific island, suddenly finds himself in a brightly lit corridor, with no idea where he is or how he got there. This story, under the pen name, Harley Staggars, appears on-line in the February 2014 issue of Eunoia Review. htp://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2014/02/22/tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-tomorrow/
"A Bedtime Story* for Shoe-Bearing Creatures" What's an octopotamus to do when he finds himself so far away from the Sea of Serendipity on the lawn of Mr. J. Wimpole Flusterbut? The drawing is by the late Professor Herman Somberg, a good friend and art professor at the University of Minnesota. * with footnotes
Hotsy -- a Narrative History This is an elaboration on a true story told to me by a wino called Tokay Red over fifty years ago in Pete and Gil Rocha's tramp labor camp in Greenfields, California. I believe the original Hog Head Mama and her daughter lived in Fresno, but I have no idea what their real names were.
Harry had escaped from sepia-toned reality of middle-America out into a kaleidoscope of color in the South Pacific. In a very real sense, he had run away to sea; he was now beyond the reach of the brothers’ insidious schemes and the constant sniping of their lazy-bitchy wives. He had left all cares and worries behind him. But he had also left Emily behind and, though he retained no actual memory of her, he was aware of a burning emptiness in his soul – an emptiness that only Emily could fill.
"Siren Song at the Stanley" Cyrus Huxley, an aging hep-cat, wants no part of the modern world; he has found a shortcut back to 1935, to a certain summer day at the Stanley Theater and to green-eyed Hazel Bingham. He wants only to spend his remaining days back in the '30s and '40s dancing to the big-band era music on the jukebox at the Sweet Tooth Malt Shop. And then one lazy summer afternoon his daughter, in pigtails, twirl skirt and saddle shoes, joins him in his long-ago world.