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“There’s something I know about Al Capone’s life and death that the rest of the world does not. Because history is inaccurate. But, I knew him. I was there the day he died. So, I know. You can believe me or not. Doesn’t matter.

Al was by no means perfect. He could be cruel. Monstrous at times even. But Chicago owes him. It’s a bill that they’ll never pay. It’s a debt they don’t even know they own.” – Salbatora Guerrera

Memorial Day

Posted on 05/30/2016 by Wanda S. Paryla | 1 Comment

Remembering the fallen who gave their lives for an ideal and for people they did not know.

Gone Too Soon

Posted on 04/21/2016 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

An excerpt from today’s journal entry.

The Crime of a Life Sentence (another excerpt)

Posted on 04/19/2016 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

*Currently untitled poem*

I was swinging

Hair flying

Laughing to myself

Memory running wild

Devil’s on the playground

Here to erase my woes

God turned his back on me

Now I live where the fires glow

Back and forth

My memory goes

I struggle to keep my eyes shut

I need to live where the fires glow

Let me stay in peaceful dream

Bottomless and salty

The pitt of the damned

Where the fires glow

Some voices, they urge me

Face your slave master

But the fires beg me

Cover your eyes for sanity

Devil, he holds me

Gently in his arms

God’s gone, sweet child

So stay here, where the fires glow

The fires

Avengers of my goodness and dignity

I’m safe nowhere

Where the fires don’t glow

Happy Easter

Posted on 03/25/2016 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

Happy Easter to all my readers and friends who celebate this day! I wanted to give you an early wish so as not to miss it. I’ve got a busy weekend full of writing and cooking.