A MARTIN J. RYAN VIEWPOINT: We are alone in that whatever happens to our planet is our responsibility, whether we choose to accept this or not. In order to put this in perspective, imagine a superior intelligence from a remote star system making observations about us and our […]
A MARTIN J. RYAN VIEWPOINT: (And later, check MOMS DEMAND ACTION: http://www.momsdemandaction.org/) THE 2nd AMENDMENT SCAM Guns Are Made For Shooting And Killing. Think about it. While target practice might be fun, it is for shooting more accurately. In the end, killing more accurately. I am angry. If […]
Big Brother– Snooping— Last night I had this really nutsy dream that I just gotta tell you about. I know this is exceedingly difficult to imagine, but in my dream the digital world did not exist. Nuts, huh? Anyway, there was this Federal Security Bureau, aka the FSB. […]
A BIO STORY — Maggie. The Bronx. 1934 The names are fiction (Joey is me), the dialogue is reconstructed, but this bio excerpt is true. Earlier, in more prosperous times, my grandmother had a governess named Maggie, who in turn became my mother’s governess. But then there was […]
Book Excerpt From: THREE AT THE CENTER OF RAGE. As a favor to Charlie, Juan, a weekend nightshift porter, comes down to the windowless locker room in the basement of the bank, and switches on the bright overhead florescent, then bangs three times with malicious delight on one […]
A MARTIN J. RYAN SHORT STORY There are two of them. One of them is Joe. It has been snowing all day and the forecast is for two to three days of it, which fits neatly into Joe’s plans. The other man has been here two weeks, though […]
Book Excerpt From: THREE AT THE CENTER OF RAGE Sergeant Frank Driscoll, my lead protagonist: ********************* The scene: Frank and his colleagues are at the scene of the young woman’s murder on West 48th Street. After having interviewed witnesses, including the hookers, the detectives have unhappily concluded that […]
Book Excerpt From: THREE AT THE CENTER OF RAGE. In Manhattan, 6883 miles from Islamabad, the night barely holds along west Forty-Eighth Street, while not yet ready to surrender to the arrows of early morning light that will pierce and reduce the last of it’s shadows. The rain […]
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