by Nick Tabone | Mar 26, 2021 | Non-fiction
for Mark and Emma I was a paperboy. Cold mornings, I would rise before the sun and gather the bundles of papers that had been left in stacks on the front porch overnight. I’d cut the tough, plastic bindings and assemble the various sections of...
by Nick Tabone | Mar 14, 2021 | Non-fiction
He had a business card which read, Patrick J. Kerns – Rogue Sailor of the Seven SeasKegs Drained, Sea Monsters Trained and Virgins Converted. I met him in the summer of ’93, when I was a skinny and small 17 year old. Six of us teens signed aboard the Full-Rigged...
by Nick Tabone | Mar 9, 2021 | Fiction
By his own estimation, Jim had never been much of a man. He was no good at sports, he didn’t know how to throw a punch and he had a small, wiry physique a gym teacher at high school once described as ‘runty.’ He tapped on the steering wheel impatiently as he...
by Nick Tabone | Mar 1, 2021 | Non-fiction
658 days ago, on a brief furlough between ships, I ran alongside the Welland Canal in Southern Ontario. It was a sunny day, one of the first warm days that spring. It felt good, not all runs do. As I ran, I was playing with words in my...
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