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No. 86: MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. A thousand minus one perish. I alone survive. I … Continue reading

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No. 84: EYES OF A LIFETIME, A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading

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FROM THE THRESHOLDS OF HELL

By Raji Singh Rescued alive!! 33 Chilean miners trapped underground for 69 days in 2010. Antonio Banderas, Juliette Binoche, and Lou Diamond Phillips lead a coterie of first-class actors in a new movie portrayal of the harrowing events. It’s titled, … Continue reading

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No. 80: A BAYOU GATOR’S REMINISCE – A LIMERICK

By Raji Singh  Just one of the 1,001 Tales residing for all eternity in the Fiction House. Last Week: An homage to butterfly beauty. This Week:  Their nemesis, the gators… *     *     * See purty buttahfly – see dem flits. … Continue reading

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No. 79: THE BUTTERFLIES, A POEM

By Raji Singh   I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction.  Typhoon tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphan foundling, taken in by new loving parents Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  … Continue reading

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No. 78: ST. PATRICK’S DAY TALE– RRROSE HEATHER, A DAUGHTER OF OL’ IRE-LAND

By Raji Singh Just one of the 1,001 Tales residing for all eternity in the Fiction House. (James is a four-year-old foundling.  His ill fate causes him to loose his memory.  Turt is a long-lived sort of giant turtle, ferrying … Continue reading

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No. 74: VALENTINE, COME WITH ME TO THE KISSING TREE

by Raji Singh Who would ever think? A broken furnace boiler leading to my first real kiss. Oh, there’d been plenty on the cheek – by mother, all the aunties, by my imaginary muses, Rrrose Heather, Mama Lucy, and yech … Continue reading

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NO. 69 A FOUNDLING’S LIFE: FROM TRAGEDY TO LARK TO TRIUMPH

By Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction – a true Fiction.  Typhoon  tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, I … Continue reading

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No. 66: YOU WILL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT, RAJI – A LINDIAN CHRISTMAS STORY

by Raji Singh Just like the bespectacled Ralphie in the movie A Christmas Story, as an eight year old I yearned for a Red Rider BB gun.  Growing up in Cincinnati’s Lindian community – not big meat eaters or hunters … Continue reading

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A PARROT’S LIFE (A Tale of Two Birds – continued)

by Raji Singh My wife Tenille asks quietly from the next room, “Has Captain Polly arrived?” “Yes.” I answer. “Good, the children will want to play with her after dinner.” I know Tenille’s smiling.  Captain Polly’s been close in her, … Continue reading

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