Uncle Willie at the Hop Vine

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Paul Kavanagh reviews NOTHING DOING

Paul Kavanagh weighs in on NOTHING DOING: http://www.fictionuncovered.co.uk/review/

NOTHING DOING sample

Sample of Uncle Willie reading from recently released story collection NOTHING DOING: www.youtube.com/wsmith49 .

NOTHING DOING

http://www.honestpublishing.com/blog/loss-of-a-pet-willie-smith/#more-3502

RESISTING THE PAIN

Resisting the pain: http://www.facebook.com/MadSwirl/posts/163641143756647

SEATTLE SNOW

Four inches of the white stuff paralyze Jet City!

NAME FOR MYSELF

Go for a walk in the snow.

Find the bike trail. Crunch

my prints into the smooth glare.

Duck, after a mile or so,

behind a fir. Unzip three layers.

Sign, with the willie pen, my name.

Hear the hiss. Watch the steam. Smell

the coffee. Radio claimed,

thanks to coming rain,

all by tomorrow melted.

Zip back up.

Back on the trail.

Trudge another mile or so

through the driven snow. 

   

THE END OF JOY

FIRST OLD FLAME TO DIE

     I took her in the ass because she asked me to. And because I was curious, actually enjoyed the novelty. As did – or so it seemed – she. Her way of asking: “Ever put this in a woman’s ass?”

     I cleared my throat. Let a few seconds drift, as if reflecting… “Once or twice.”

     She shrugged, disappointment evident; she obviously eager to deflower. I should have lied. Given her the triumph.

     Today I learn she died six months ago. Cancer. Fifty-six. All those cigarettes. All that love. But now she has taken, at least in one sense, my virginity; as I take the news up the ass of my heart.