“Here we are safe at home, but surrounded by a mine field. Every now and then someone has to navigate that mine field to get provisions….”
Author: DC Duncan
DC has been a frustrated musician for over fifty years, and now has decided to become a frustrated writer. Learn more at DCDuncan.com. He’ll keep you posted.
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: Connections, Part Two
“Brazil is the country in South America with the biggest number of COVID-19 cases. We are in quarantine and the use of masks is mandatory…”
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: Connections, Part One
“My wife Beverly and I are locked down in a retirement village in Ohio. With a population of 550 residents and over 500 workers… we are vulnerable…”
ESSAY: Nocturnal Visitors
The night light revealed a little girl standing at the foot of her bed, yanking her toe and giggling…
OPINION: OMG! Four More Years??
Cheerleaders operate on the sidelines and have absolutely no understanding of strategy and tactics, logistics and command…
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: What, Me Worry?
His goofy rhetoric and dysfunctional leadership style comes directly from the pages of Mad Magazine…
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: Killer Bees
They returned with an arsenal: pump spray tanks, gasoline, overalls, goggles, bandanas, helmets, gloves, duct tape, and of course, a 500,000 BTU portable propane torch kit….
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: Evil Mistress
When I got out of the service, my mistress and I went back to the smoky nightclubs and perilous bars of Dallas…
FICTION: The Flatlanders in Pagosa
Earnest had told ghost stories while the girls roasted marshmallows over an open fire. They all remember that magnificent Pagosa moon rising over Square Top…
DEVIL MOUNTAIN CHRONICLES: Send In the Clowns
The strange noise was still reverberating in my head. It had abruptly awakened me from a deep, dreamless sleep…