As an opportunity for fellow writers to have greater exposure, this section of my website is reserved for those wishing to make a written contribution to its pages.
Each month, a fresh third party will be given the chance to list here a submission of their choice, together with a suitable image for the piece of work.If you are interested send a message via the 'Contact Me' option, and we'll go from there.
Content will be scrutinised to ensure that it fits in with the rest of the site's tone and appearance, but every effort will be made to accomodate those wanting to take part.
Submission length is limited to no more than 5,000 words, and a suitable spellchecker should be used to remove errors beforehand. A personal photograph could also be included.
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Dominic Macciaroli
Dom Macciaroli's first book, "My Parakeet Was an Anarchist", is now available from pneuma Springs Publishing (ISBN 9781905809783).
His work has appeared on 'The Short Humour Site', 'Long Story Short', 'Leaf Garden Press', 'Apollo's Lyre' and the 'Paradise Valley Independant'.
He also submits to http://www.editred.com/ where I first came across his zany humour. He is a resident of Arizona, and his website is http://www.dommacciaroli.webs.com/.
You can e-mail him on macco@q.com
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Missing Al
I miss Al Gore. I know this comes as a shock. Those of you who have been reading my scribblings for awhile now know that from time to time I have not been very nice to Al. For this, I want to make a public apology. Al really does not deserve my ire. Anyone who believes in the overtly sublime and inherent goodness of themselves as he does deserves mucho grande respecto. But Mr. Gore was a journalist in his younger years and he has not been above reproach when it comes to criticizing those of opposing views, so he won't generally mind when I take my shots.
I knew Al back in
We lost contact after high school when Al got accepted to Harvard and I enrolled at the
I haven't talked to him since, and Al was in town this week and neglected to call me. If you see him, tell him my number's still in the book.
But after losing badly to George Bush in
As for my family, we practice green conservatism all the time. But since the Earth-friendly rabbits in my backyard keep eating my oxygen-rich grass and emitting planet warming carbon dioxide through their subsequent flatulence, I humbly submit that the real culprits behind global warming are fuzzy, feathered, furry creatures, possibly along with rich ex-politicians who fly in private jets and cruise from event to event in stretch limousines, all the while getting exceedingly richer in a filthy sort of way off of their well-meaning followers, whose environmental sentiments and efforts on behalf of the same are truly virtuous.
On second thought, I don't miss Al so much anymore.