The title Death in the Ring should not be taken literally. Most boxers don’t die during fights. They survive their careers of violence but are too often left brain damaged and vulnerable to many other maladies, medical and psychological. Nevertheless, I haven’t written an indictment of boxing. It is, rather, a celebration of the brave and talented men who in epic confrontations stir the souls of millions and thus persuade them to ignore the tragedies and premature deaths that await those who fight in the ring.
In this collection of thirty-eight chiseled short stories, George Thomas Clark introduces readers to actors, alcoholics, addicts, writers famous and unknown, a general, a lovelorn farmer, a family besieged by cancer, extraterrestrials threatening the world, a couple time traveling back to a critical battle, a deranged husband chasing his wife, and many more memorable people and events.
Hitler Here is a well researched and lyrically written biographical novel offering first-person stories by the Fuehrer and a variety of other characters. This intimate approach invites the reader to peer into Hitler’s mind, talk to Eva Braun, joust with Goering, Goebbels, and Himmler, debate with the generals, fight on land and at sea and in the air, and huddle in the death camps as, everywhere, civilization is consumed.
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This story is part of the collection “Death in the Ring”
Frankly, I don’t often feel well and really should say I never do. I don’t know what the problem is but try to feel better by smoking bath salts, not the stuff you use in the tub but a combination of chemicals that’re way stronger than amphetamines. This morning the bath salts hit me much […]
He’s good son until bipolar disorder attacks in high school and makes crazy, and Dad and I are relieved he marries bipolar woman and moves away so we rarely see. Years later he calls and says she divorced him, and I overrule Dad and say, we’ve got to make room. In few days he’s scarier […]
This story is part of the collection “Death in the Ring”
Customers of lady on next farm often crossed Hilmer’s property and damaged fence. I’m gonna get those bastards, he told wife. Ever catch anyone, she asked. Not yet. Just Eddie. I didn’t father no bastard. Maybe you have twin who did.
I lived in cell attached back of landlord’s house and often talked to visiting son, Jim, college student who usually brought girlfriend. Afterward, mother would proudly say they planned to marry when Jim graduated which he did after fifth year, faster than many. Congratulating mother few months later, I asked, how’s Jim? Having trouble again, […]
Early on a Saturday morning in late June my stepfather, age eighty-seven and already weakening, suffered a stroke that rendered him unconscious. Inside a large hospital emergency room the only doctor on duty was too busy to look closely, so a few nurses and technicians strongly sedated him, stuck a tube down his throat and […]
Monday after high school graduation kid was required to become adult, moving long miles to Los Angeles and working in south central warehouse owned by gray parental friend named Jack who invited to dinner first night. In large Palos Verdes home south of city Jack and wife greeted kid and promised he’d have great summer. […]
author of “the serengeti lion” doesn’t understand father ripping cubs to death or mother eating their guts Source: “Wild Things” by David Samuels in Harper’s June 2012.
ugandan mother of seven declines birth control so husband won’t beat again
Fourteen relatives, who’d already lost in Christmas 8-Ball Shootout, encircled pool table and were joined by everyone else, and all swigged beers or sodas and munched rich appetizers as watched finalists and pre-tourney favorites Bill and Fred strike and counter with deadly long shots, cut shots kissing balls into unlikely pockets, and taps leaving cue […]
Bob and stepfather didn’t get along but Bob always admired man’s affluence and, recently, fancy new electric razor. Before school, when it hummed, Bob knew couldn’t borrow razor. He’d only have access when old man was out running company. On easy afternoon Bob checked mother wasn’t lurking, and then rushed into master bathroom, plugged in […]
Bill and Margaret bore three children fresh and dependable as themselves, and people admired them every Sunday as they worshipped together in church. Once youngest child reached junior high, Margaret volunteered in church office during week and soon got part-time job there. Sometimes Bill complained dinner wasn’t ready on time and house had few dusty […]
open door lures boy into painted room ejected by howling father
This story is from the collection “Paint it Blue” To see “Birthday” by Dorothea Tanning, please click here To see “Self Portrait 1937-38” by Leonora Carrington, please click here
Tim and Billy were barhopping in brand new old downtown. They always drank too much and Tim used buzz to talk to women. Billy usually became quieter. On Saturday night Tim brought young woman back to table and charmed her while Billy tried to say few words. When she went to restroom Tim told Billy […]
Before presenting what Bobby Brown allegedly said and did, I must explain this book was originally conceived as an autobiography and author Derrick Handspike, according to his account, hung out with and interviewed the singer for a year, diligently wrote the book, and later squirmed as Brown and his advisers delayed final preparations for publication. […]
Higgins head hurt every day. It hurt driving to work in traffic and in office where traffic was worse and it hurt most at home where wife slept with back to him and three teenagers jumped in face. One smoggy morning Higgins left home and has not been sighted since. He really isn’t missed except […]
deep voice grinds my name too early every morning
How strange my brother accuses me of predatory incompetence and cognitive ineptitude. Let me clarify dark history with precision dear brother never practiced or understood. As youngsters he frequently tried to maim me and other siblings but I always overpowered him and rebuked with restrained bites. Our mother never disciplined him and would’ve perhaps turned […]
I’m not jealous my brother Big Al receives much publicity a hundred fifty million years after death. In life we emerged from the same subterranean nest of a hundred allosaurus eggs and soon, following carnivorous instinct, bit, clawed, and wrestled each other, and serendipitously survived while most siblings died from illnesses or attacks by dinosaurs […]
(This poem was rewritten in prose and posted September 6, 2012.) i lived in box attached rear of landlord’s house and often talked to her visiting son jim friendly college student who usually brought congenial girlfriend afterward mother proudly said they were going to marry when jim graduated which he did after fifth year lot […]
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hi bill young man said hello replied older have we met not really how’d you know name remember mom who here’s picture with you haven’t seen in twenty years and nine months
father died from drink but also suffered arising early carlos avoids that asleep all day mother ironing his clothes
next to bikini he stands face red as daughter’s hair next to gut she poses smile big as father’s frown
Couple emailed one hundred forty-eight color photos from annual Christmas Eve party. First images featured enormous Wild West living room and, through giant windows, sunny canyon winter green in Calabasas background. Narrative then presented hostess, preparing food and caressing holiday tree, garlands, stockings and reindeers amid permanent antiques and decorative items. Party started in photo […]
This is a tribute I wrote for a family anthology about my Aunt Edna Wallace, whose memorial tribute is Saturday One of my most exciting memories as a kid came when I was about 12 in the mid-1960’s and visited the Wallaces in big L.A. I thought it was cool I had an aunt, Edna, […]