Fiction

The Money Man

I was no one special, just an ordinary fellow. I lived alone in a studio apartment on Maine Avenue here in Washington, D.C. I took a taxicab to work every day. I worked at the Department of the Treasury Bureau of Engraving and Printing in Washington, D.C. I made money, the paper kind. I worked… Continue reading The Money Man

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Poetry

The Fire Ant and The Snake

The following poem, which I am not good at creating, is created by a real-life conversation I had with my husband, while I was soaking my hip and ankle. The question I ask about the cats, I did ask him, and those are his responses. A Conversation with the Husband By: Tracie L. Hicks Fire… Continue reading The Fire Ant and The Snake