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Written By: F. John Surrells

I’ve learned it’s often easier for writers to end written pieces than begin them. And the truth of that statement lies, I believe, in certain writers’ wishes to distance themselves from all that’s discussed. But it’s a sunny day, and outside the writer reposes - supposes imagination intermingled with memory. And all the players who played a role in an individual’s existence are once again performing on a stage of reminiscence. And the actors perform, and…

Written By: Ralph Hawk

As many of you know, as of 8/31/19 I resigned as mayor of our city; and on 9/30/19 I shall return to Parallel Reflections, my native earthly reality. These actions were mandated by the overlords who’ve controlled my basic choices of life here in the Earth One reality of the universe. But I was asked to remain here during September to ‘tie up any ‘loose ends’ I may still have here,” as well as aid our city’s new mayor until he’s “on his feet,” so to speak. And if…

Written By: F. John Surells

His spirit still walks amongst the olive trees here. His body is gone, but his challenge to join him and his father lives on.

W used to hide whiskey bottles by the river. Sometimes when he and T argued about how best to live out their remaining days on Earth, he’d sneak down there and imbibe.

My thoughts herein may be confused and random, but at least they’re authentic. And today I think I’ve finally learned what Joseph Same meant when he said “I…

                                       Written By: F. John Surells

            Alright, I guess that this time I may have gone too far – but maybe not. And anyway, no matter what I say here, those “rule benders” who’ve been sanctioned to say whatever they darn well please will continue to say and write whatever they darn well please. But who gave the “rule benders” a free hand to do, say, and write whatever…