By Eric Le Roy
Content 16+ This morning, leaving lazy Poppy in bed, my Rhodesian Ridgeback Casper (Mr. Sipples) and I went down to our woodsy retreat close to our apartment. Wending our way through the brief greenery to our little path (for rainless summer will soon degrade the wild grass into brittle straw) and following it to the end, I sat in one of the plastic chairs somebody put … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ I remember walking through the streets of Martinsburg, West Virginia when I was a kid. There was one main street and a couple of fairly busy ones shooting off in different directions on each side. But it was Queen Street, the ‘hub’ of Martinsburg, so to speak, where the busy shops were. I was very young at the time, maybe 6 or 7, and … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ The street dog I call Molly has recently had another batch of puppies, and nobody seems to know if that’s good or not so good. The neighbors have kindly supplied a dog house for the ‘family’, and the little dogs are growing. I take them food and so do others.
But just beyond their little field, which is rimmed ineffectually by strings of barbed … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ Dylan Thomas had his Fern Hill, and I, poor beggar that I am, lay sentimental claim to Ferry Hill, a bar and restaurant establishment just over the Potomac River in Sharpsburg, Maryland, where I was a steady (or unsteady) patron from 1968-70. I attended Shepherd College which was in Shepherdstown, West Virginia, on the other side of the Potomac and – apart from … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ First it was the mademoiselles. Françoise Bardot. Monique Dubois. Charlotte DeGaulle. This was on Skype. They wanted me to accept their invitations to become le plus doux des amis, or something like that. Fingers gliding over and then affixed a-fondle my suddenly piqued genitalia, I considered these highly tempting offers.
For about a split second.
I knew what it was about. These days I … Read the rest
