Donald J. Bingle
November 14, 2023
I’ve written a lot of reviews and critiques. Books. Movies. Employee evaluations. Employer evaluations. Submissions to a writers’ group I was in. Long ago I…
November 14, 2023
“Bloodroot, nightshade, pond scum, a live tadpole, and fresh guano. Put into a large kettle with two quarts of fetid rainwater and heat while intoning…
May 13, 2023
This entire story already exists, but you are only experiencing it one word at a time as you move forward through it. You could, if…
January 7, 2023
I wasn’t expecting anything. Yet, there it was. The unmistakable drone of the … well … drone dropping a package on the front stoop. I…
December 14, 2022
“This was a mistake,” yelled Dave as he stared out the window at the dark, lurching shapes gathering even faster than the gloomy clouds on…
August 29, 2022
I thought that I would never see A fight regarding poetry. Life can venture nothing worse, Than fisticuffs o’er flowing verse. * If poems be…
August 17, 2022
“Wake up, dude.” “Huh? Where are we? What’s going on?” “Jesus, Cam, you’re a hard sleeper. Or maybe you had too many of those magic…
July 24, 2022
A Vintage Blog Post About Writing and Attention Spans Now, I’m not a writer for television (though I’m available–call me, really), but I’m an avid…
July 24, 2022
Polina leaned over the soldier’s body and turned her cheek so that it almost touched his nose. She felt a slight quiver of air. “I…
February 2, 2022
Energy surged through his sinews as he ran effortlessly through the shadow-splashed night, metal-banded legs stretching and springing as they churned the decaying detritus of…