Mother told me yesterday that my first given name is Martin. Dean is my middle. Fanning is my last. I … More The flash fiction of Martin Dean: Honk, honk, Gandhi, and who am I?
Sometimes I wonder if (the) Dean Martin ever went shopping – like for himself and on his own. Well, I … More The flash fiction of Dean Martin: Underpinnings
Even though the weather was perfect for sleeping, Dean Martin woke up with one of the big questions about human … More The Flash Fiction of Dean Martin: The Question
My name is Dean Martin. Not ‘the’ Dean Martin. Just a random guy who has the name but not the … More The flash fiction of Dean Martin: “Franks and Deans and Peggy Sue”
Twitter. A new follower that I followed back direct messaged me and offered a free book – a romantic escape … More Summer reading. Or the wrong target audience.
I was just about to take a nap when he walked in. He looked tired. Not from work as usual … More The Rebel
Marty read ‘The Post Office’ by Bukowski and decided to become a postman. He applied for the job, got a … More Certified Mail
Imagine the luxury of waking up at nine o’clock every morning and not be tired, rushing, running, forgetting things, running … More The hibernation clock, tick-tock, tick-tock