DAUGHTERS…GOD’S GIFT TO THE JADED MAN

Posted on June 18, 2019
by Steve Janowick

He regarded himself as a strong man.  Finally.  He was now looking at three decades in the rear-view mirror and he was at the place where the road widened a bit, the knots loosened and the monsters of uncertainty and awkwardness that took up residence in his brain for so long begrudgingly acquiesced to confidence […]

SOMETIMES IT’S DARKEST AFTER THE DAWN

Posted on May 30, 2019
by Steve Janowick

It was the same early morning sucker punch. “Here we go again,” I mumbled to myself as I readied and braced for the ensuing blows. The intruder was unannounced and unprovoked.  Just as I opened my eyes to consciousness, he hit me square and flush, knocking me back into the bed.  I grabbed my pillow […]

LIVE LIFE LIKE YOU’RE ON THE LINKS

Posted on May 15, 2019
by Steve Janowick

The metaphor. One of the most beautiful and effective rhetorical ploys to articulate a comparison between two ideas and, as a writer, I try my best to employ as many as possible whenever possible.  A metaphor in proper context can really help paint a picture for the reader, give him a clearer mental image, take […]

DON’T CRY, LITTLE SISTER

Posted on April 30, 2019
by Steve Janowick

The machine was tired and well worn.  One of the first incarnations from the mid 70’s.  The eject button facing was missing so I had to compromise the pad of my 12-year old index finger a bit just to open the damn thing.  I grabbed the tape from the shelf, removed it from its box […]

THE BOY

Posted on April 23, 2019
by Steve Janowick

I sensed something.   Even in a dead sleep, I felt someone in my presence.  But he wasn’t real. He was an apparition at that moment.  A hallucination yielded through foggy eyes. My semi-conscious state rendered me confused. Was this a ghost I was looking at standing in the shadowy door frame of my bedroom? […]

CHRIS DAVIS IS A…CLASS ACT?

Posted on April 19, 2019
by Steve Janowick

I’ll never forget that game… My son’s little league team was up by two runs in the bottom of the ninth of the championship game. The star player, the coach’s son, was on the bump-and he was dealing.  But something must have gotten into his head, because after the first out he suddenly, and uncharacteristically, […]

EXTRA, EXTRA…TWEET ALL ABOUT IT!!

Posted on April 2, 2019
by Steve Janowick

Under the cloud of an L & M and Marlboro Red haze.  The sizzle of some kind of fatty meat frying in a pool of Crisco on the stove.  Spoons clinging and clanging against porcelain mugs, stirring fake cream and Sweet & Low into instant coffee.  The fuzz of some old John Wayne movie in […]

THERE ARE THOSE WHO CRÜE…AND THOSE WHO DON’T

Posted on March 29, 2019
by Steve Janowick

You didn’t see any melancholy.  No sad faces or tears. You didn’t see any peace signs.  You didn’t hear any self-righteous jibber-jabber about starving children or persecuted world leaders.  You probably didn’t hear any flutes or harpsichords or even acoustic guitars. You didn’t see a lot of hipster-types thinking deep thoughts in the front row. […]


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