Bill Burkett·Jul 19A 1960s NOTION OF AILAIN UP FOR THREE MISERABLE MONTHS IN TWO HOSPITALS, NOW A ‘REHAB’ FACILITY. JUST FOUND OUT WHEN ALL THIS STARTED (ME UNCONSCIOUS. DOCTORS…
Bill Burkett·Feb 15Too Old And Tired To Write Something New Today…So here’s another chapter from a novel published when I was 20, sixty-two years ago
Bill Burkett·Feb 6, 2025Sleeping Planet, Chapter FiveFor Bradford Donovan, time had virtually ceased to exist. In the cell there was no night or day ‑ the lights were never dimmed or darkened…
Bill Burkett·Feb 2, 2025Chapter ThreeFace down, thrashing on the sidewalk like a boated fish, Donovan struggled to reach the spare ammo clip in his jacket pocket. His legs were…
Bill Burkett·Jan 27, 2025Chapter TwoBeneath the cloudless blue bowl of the midday sky, the Georgia countryside was a shout of autumnal color, stretching as far as the eye…
Bill Burkett·Jun 15, 2022Introducing GremperGot a strange cell-phone text from my old pal and erstwhile publisher: describe the alines in “Sleeping Planet.” Alines? WTF?
