“Uh … Uh … Uh,”

“Uh … Uh … Uh,”

by Harry Holdorf (first published in the Marin County Coastal Post Online, February 2007) I’m finally acknowledging (at 60), there’s parts of my brain which don’t work right. I’m left handed. While in grade school, I decided to write numbers to...
Max, by Harry Holdorf

Max, by Harry Holdorf

Max vigorously rubbed the sleep off his sixty-seven-year-old face, after muscling the night out of his legs and arms, arching and twisting his back, bringing his body to life with the morning. Feeling his face, after twenty-four thousand, four hundred and...