Monday, January 29, 2024

 Award Winning 

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Flash Writing Entry


I'm pleased to share with you
a piece of short ("flash") writing.


If you aren't familiar with the term "flash"
as a genre in writing fiction and
non-fiction, it's the challenge to tell a complete story
in the fewest words possible.
Categories include less than 100 words, 300 words,
and 500 words 
(called Macro Flash)


My winning story followed the Macro format
and I am pleased to share 
it with all of you.


My Wartime Sacrifice


On the afternoon of Tuesday, December 8, 1942, our whole family, including my two-year-old sister, huddled transfixed around our  Zenith radio. President—Saint in our home—Franklin D. Roosevelt stunned us with a somber declaration that America would go to war against Japan.

This followed a horrific attack on Pearl Harbor… wherever that was. Did anyone on our block know Japan existed? Not my parents. Not me or my older sister. Did this mean another Great Depression? Living as we did on Southern California’s West Coast made us wonder if we might be the next target in Japan’s sights.

The holidays came and went with few joyous shouts of “Merry Christmas” and “Happy New Year.” Amid the palling gloom, Santa delivered the greatest present a seven year old boy could hope for… a shiny metal Ferris wheel! Complete with swinging seats. It stood so tall it came to my shoulders. My parents weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor either. Daddy had an important job that other dads on our  block must have envied. Night janitor at MGM Studio in Culver City. The one with Leo the roaring lion mascot. Dad knew all kinds of important people, like still photographers who took his picture and, with their miracles of darkness and light, made him look like Clark Gable, pencil mustache and all.

The calendar turned. 1943. In a vacant lot across the street from our duplex a sign went up: “Scrap Metal Wanted. Leave It Here.” Little by little, patriotic neighborhood folks brought their older pots and pans. Some left dented car fenders, broken tools, and who knew what people had hidden and forgotten in their black widow friendly garages. As I played across the street with my prized Ferris wheel, I watched the scrap heap grow taller, imagining someone’s junk becoming the wing of a speedy fighter plane.

As yet I had done nothing for the cause of victory. America’s young men got drafted or volunteered to fight for my safety. Three uncles answered the call. At my age, I’d never get a chance to fight for my country… but I could still do my share for Uncle Sam.

No! Not my prized Ferris wheel. Yes. No-no-NO! Yes… no… YES.

Without telling anyone, I picked up my favorite Christmas gift and crossed the busy street, but only after looking both ways as I’d been taught. Standing  before the growing pile of assorted junk, I saw nothing as new and cherished as my shiny and most valued Ferris wheel. I inhaled… held my breath and let out a groan….

“Don’t do it!” barked a naysaying voice inside my head.

“You’ll get spanked like never before,” warned a woman’s stern voice—my mother’s. How would I explain my decision if challenged?

My well-rehearsed response? “Saint Franklin asked me to.”



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Wednesday, January 3, 2024

 

“Earth Mother”
 


 

A dozen or so bodies have been recovered nearly intact from the ancient ruins of Pompei (near Naples, Italy). Three are on public display, encased in plastic for preservation. One touched my heart in a special way and continues to haunt me--a pregnant woman who died in an instant face to the earth. 

Some background. My wife and I have two daughters whom we welcomed into our family at pre-school age. We never had a baby in our family. I never had to change a diaper. Since the birth of our first grandchild in 2007, I have discovered close-up the marvels and wonders of new birth, and yes, I've changed a few "poopie" diapers, too. I've discovered a wonderous stage of being--infancy--that I'd never paid attention to before. I've learned the universal language of new-born life. 

Upon meeting this Pompei mother, millenia deceased, we made a spiritual connection. I had to write about this experience, but I choked on early prose versions of my story. The only way to express the moment we had shared was in verse. . . . as follows:

 

Pompei
August 24, 79 A.D.
 

It fell so fast
the cloud of death;
no chance for aid—
on stone-laid street
my one last step;

 eyes down, face hid,
womb pressed to earth,
brief shield ’gainst
fire-
flung stone—a crib
for babe’s long sleep. 


Pompei
July 10, 2008 A.D. 

I gawk, snap, feel
out of place, no
right to break your
rest; yet I am
slave to your grace.

Was this new life
your first sweet fruit,
love’s best of gifts?
Did some die home,
no mom to hold?

From lava tomb you
rose to see day’s
light and through time’s
thin veil hail my
soul: You know me.

Our tour moves on
to
sites fresh dug;
with a glance, I 
bid good-bye, carve
you on my heart.

You stir this old
dad’s core, set late
to flame with awe
of new-born life.
I’ll give you voice.

August 13, 2008

 Copyright © 2008 by Alfred J. Garrotto

 

 

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

 Flash Fiction--What is it?

Flash or short fiction tells a complete story with beginning, middle and end... but in the fewest words necessary.



My Dreaded Pleasure

 

Happened again! In bed too late, overslept, missed work (some, not all, groggily performed). I hate getting snagged. Can’t help it. Powerless when it strikes. In the same spot at other times no ill effects. Soundless sleep. Alert on arising. Mindless of time at work, to the point of arriving late for dinner. I track each occurrence with pseudo-scientific star ratings. Five, “Beware.”   

Three’s, no problem. This brainy system keeps me sane, an alert employee, happily married—most of the time. Until it hits. No one to blame. Just me, hoping not to get caught but wanting surrender. I know what I like. I sniff around temptation, drawn to it like a... brain’s fogged, create your own simile.

Still it’s rare, all things considered. When I creep into the high fours, I know I face grave danger (loss of sleep, defective production, “Don’t bother me, Honey”). I even pray—last resort of a half-baked believer: “Not a five!

Thank you, God or god or Krishna,” whoever’s protecting me on temptation’s path. Close call.

Let me be honest, though, not even prayer can save me from the throes of a can’t-put-it-down novel.



(194 words)

 Copyright @ 2023 Alfred J. Garrotto

Tuesday, August 1, 2023


I am pleased to support the wonderful work of director, Natasha Middleton. For many years, her ballet and dance company has built and performed an amazing repertoire of dance productions.

💨

 Pacific Ballet
Dance Theatre


We invite you to join "Our PBDT Family"

with a $35 tax-deductible donation.

We are a nonprofit 501c3 organization.

We recognize our PBDT Family members for one season in our printed Programs as cherished members. 


We would be grateful if you could further bolster our upcoming performances scheduled for September 24th and December 9th
and 10th, Our sponsorship levels range from $100 to $1,000. You can choose whatever resonates with you.

Send any amount that works for you to:

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* Ms. Middleton graciously wrote the back cover review of my 2023 nonfiction book, Living Your Art--Loving Your LifeI immersed myself in this wonderful book. Never have  I read such enlightening words to inspire artists of all genres." 


Saturday, May 6, 2023

                                     I am pleased to announce publication of my latest book

Living Your Art--Loving Your Life 



Living Your Art — Loving Your Life: 101 Reflections on Your Gift of Art  invites professional and aspiring artists of all genres (writers, actors, composers, singers, dancers, musicians, playwrights, potters, quilters, et al.) to reflect one day at a time on the intimate relationship between your gifts and talents and your Creator-Spirit who inspires you to speak hope, love, and compassion to our needy, beauty-starved world.

Natasha Middleton
Director, Pacific Ballet Dance Theatre (www.PacificBalletDanceTheatre.org)
said of this book:

I immersed myself in Living Your Art—Loving Your Life. Never have  I read such enlightening words to inspire artists of all genres. I grew up in the arts as a dancer and choreographer, in both ballet and opera. This book reminded me who I am and the importance of giving myself more credence as an artist. Creating is a spiritual experience. Creator-Spirit sits at my side designing with me. My favorite quote in the book? Brian Joyce’s: ‘Only the artist can see in the dark.’ I have often said regarding my choreography: ‘All I need to hear are the first few bars of music and the dance begins!’ Every artist—anyone affiliated with the arts—needs this book.” 

Paperback $13.99
Ebook . . . $3.99

Available now on Amazon.com 
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Saturday, January 21, 2023

My Favorite books of 2022

Best Literary Fiction 

The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto
Mitch Albom

Best Historical Fiction

The Giant Awakens (Book 4 of the WWII series)
Lee Jackson


Best Mystery


The Brutal Telling

Louise Penny


General Nonfiction

Big Magic

Elizabeth Gilbert


Religious nonfiction

Turn on Your Brain Every Day 

Dr. Caroline Leaf


Short Story

Everything My Mother Taught Me 

Alice Hoffman


What was your favorite book read during 2022?

Saturday, October 8, 2022

 




What do I see

when I look out my window?

I see life
a lemon tree alive…
offering year-round fruit…
only to watch its gifts return
to earth… unsavored

I see love
in the squirrel who works all day…
pawing at our grass and dirt…
to find I don’t know what…
to feed its babies

I see houses
just like mine…
writing their private histories
in the lives of strangers
who wave on passing… to be nice


What do you see when you look out your window?

 (c) 2022, Alfred J. Garrotto


Monday, August 8, 2022

Front Page on Reader Views website

Check this out... I am the featured author this week on the prestigious Reader Views website! Inspector Javert is also this week's featured book.

https://www.readerviews.com/tobeornottobe/ 

I invite you to see what they published on their Author Showcase this week: 

https://www.readerviews.com/showcase/.



Thursday, January 27, 2022

Reader Views awards Javert with 5-star seal

 

Inspector Javert: at the Gates of Hell (Wisdom of Les Misérables)

Alfred J. Garrotto

Andrew Benzie Books (2021)

ISBN: 978-1950562374

Reviewed by Tammy Ruggles for Reader Views (01/2022)

One of the “Wisdom of Les Misérables” books, “Inspector Javert: at the Gates of Hell,” by Alfred J. Garrotto, has Victor Hugo’s antihero, Inspector Javert, standing on the edge, where the River Seine calls below him. After a moment of hesitation, he takes a step forward, into… the ultimate unknown.

Does he truly die? Is there an afterlife? What does he find there? This is where the mystery begins to unfold, in Garrotto’s highly compelling and entertaining “what if” scenario. Javert is a moral character, and wants to do the right thing, even if he has to be harsh about it. Rules are rules. Order is very important to him, so it is within his nature to carry out justice and what he considers to be worthy and altruistic. The themes of love conquering fear are evident, as is forgiveness and its power over sin.

Garrotto has a wonderful way with phrases and with Inspector Javert, crafting a powerful piece of work that will immerse you from beginning to end. This intelligent and multi-faceted rendering shows depth and complexity, but it also allows us a peek behind the curtain at the end of our earthly lives. What happens next? Is it damnation? Heaven? Hell? Limbo? A new life in another body? A second chance? Javert was sure in some things, brutal in others, but had no inkling of how it affected human beings. He was all about honoring God and earthly authority, but lacked compassion for his fellow man.

Once on the “other side”, Bishop Myriel leads him to sift through uncertainty, until he finds something precious. His spiritual quest takes him back to a traumatic childhood, which led him on a crusade to always do the right thing and eliminate criminals and evildoers. Sad that it takes suicide to bring him to an understanding, but that is the angst, tragedy, hope, and healing of this unforgettable novel.

“Inspector Javert: at the Gates of Hell (Wisdom of Les Misérables)”, by Alfred J. Garrotto, is an impressive book examining morality, life after death, and the possibility of redemption.


Sunday, January 23, 2022