Author: Kevin Fraleigh
If you seek the antiChrist
If you seek the antiChrist Do not look for a mark Because the mark Is not on his head But on his heart And his sign is not a mark But his works And he is not one But countless men and women Living amongst us Lording over us Using…
Covid crimes
Over the years I have struggled to keep this blog apolitical, focused completely on writing, but sometimes events overshadow the best of intentions. Sometimes the horror of life is greater that any horror fiction might imagine. Still processing this. On May 6th, Malette and I found out that a good…
A poem for our 42nd anniversary
Originally posted to Facebook on March 10, 2021. Malette, I don’t need to know all the whys and wherefores. I don’t need to ask the ultimate question. I already know that the answer to every question is you. I love you. Happy anniversary. 42 42 years together. 42 years to…
Losing Leonard
I buried a friend todayBeneath the tall palmAnd hibiscusIn a small shallow graveJust the size of a catHe died suddenlyUnexpectedlyAlways the healthiest of catsIt seemedYet he died in my wife’sLoving armsSo quicklySheICould do nothingAs that which he had beenSo graySo softSo lovingSlipped awayAnd as my wifeOvercome with frantic griefScreamedAnd criedAnd…
Working for the man no more
I no longer work for the man.It has taken me sixty-six years, but I have freed myself from the chains of economic bondage.I have cast my lot on the sea of fate and let it pull me out into depths of self-actualization. I am ready to finally take charge of…
Retirement in the time of pandemic
I suppose you might think me selfish, but I wanted a party. I mean, what else is working for if it’s not to get to point in life when you can stop working? I have been working almost non-stop since I was fourteen. My work experiences included: Trimming the greens…
Pandemic Sprawl
I don’t know about you, but since March, my house has been infected with what I call “Pandemic Sprawl”. Pandemic Sprawl is basically the accumulation of stuff arriving by FedEx, UPS, and the USPS. All the stuff is essential, of course, and always seems to arrive in oversize cardboard boxes….
The only thing I know
Everything I have ever believed had faith in or loved is a lie. The world is a deception the book the words all lies. My smile is a false front my jokes my laughter all lies. The history they taught us the religion they fed us the lies swell around…
The universe is expanding
The universe of Any Tomorrow is expanding. As I told you in my last post, it was time to decide—and I have. That is one of the benefits of self-publication, the absolute right to change things, and it’s going to be a big change. The Any Tomorrow series will now…
Facing facts
It’s time to face facts. I am 65 years old. Given my family history, I have perhaps ten, at the outside fifteen, years left to write. Facing this reality I have made several decisions about the Any Tomorrow series. In its latest iteration Any Tomorrow rings in at more than…
