Delta Dreaming

  A Simple Act             “Christ, but I’m hungry.”             “Why don’t you just shut the hell up about it?”             There w...

  My Short Life of Crime By Jimmie von Tungeln   My father decided, the year I turned fifteen, that a summer job would provide just the ...

                  “How do you like jury duty so far?” the man next to Clyde Olsen asked. They had been cleared for the next case and were wa...

  ARTIFACTS By Jimmie vonTungeln   The fierce August heat poured from the sky without mercy upon the solemn fields. Below, nothing mov...

  HOME FROM THE SEA By Jimmie von Tungeln               The huge ship lumbered nearer the bridges, shuddering from the turning of the sc...