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Hello Bookworms!     As we approach a new year, which comes with a cliche degree of incredulity, I figured I'd share the  list up of books I read in the past year (with as many links as I could muster to relevant things either purchase-links or information/website links.)   I don't think it affects you remotely, except perhaps to see where my head may have gone as far as motivation to read one title to another if there were any discernible through-lines, but this list is also in chronological order of reading them (save for random comic volumes) This year I actually obtained three new bookshelves, one of which I made from two old dresser drawers, so my crazy personal library is a little more tidy!   To my retrospective surprise, A great majority of these are both graphic novels AND specifically ones by Alan Moore .  I've really fallen in love with the graphic novel form. Also, in any endeavor he is tackling, he seems to be the greatest creator i...

“ Finding Sarah and Phillip” Criminal Episode 60 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/23/2017 Sarah and Phillip went for an extended visit with Dad for Fourth of July. The fireworks weren't all celebratory. Dad shot off two himself. Sarah and Phillip's stay was permanent. They had new rooms, roadside. Fair amount of acreage. A tree, a pile of wood some loose concrete like incidental headstones. He couldn't recall what he'd done. Couldn't recall where he'd done it. Where he buried he and Terri's babies, two babes with bullet holes where sweet faces used to be. He scribbled the police a crude map, (painfully reminiscent of a child's drawing.) Careless, crude cartographer of rustic crypts. He sent himself off on an extended visit of his own before he could be of much help. In someways he had done enough. In others he hadn't. Terry pleaded with the police, pleaded and pleaded. But not a one could fin...

“ Open Case” Criminal Podcast Episode 41 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/10/2017 Fred and Edwina hated one another with a passion, so much so that they had separate fridges for their rations Houston Honey- full-mooners howlin' as if walls were padded Their son Charles, would have wished for that insulating facet (to dull the decibels for the decades' abrasive insulting language) Hermit permitted mail through the door, used a broom for tapping, At 43, the geophysicist avoided interaction, But finally Charles was through with the abusive brutal madness, Not to mention finding out, mom had her hand in his cash, He plotted and prepared and he meticulously planned On fathers day in '65, after 5 years tacit absence, He called mother to his room and shot her then he grabbed this handyman's hammer, to celebrate with Dad he dragged him scrambling out his bed, smashed him and he smashed them dropped the claw hammer then he slashed and h...

“ Don't Let Me See You In The Whirl” Criminal Episode 56 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/9/2017 “There is power in naming and power in shaming!” The Evening Whirl's weekly warning headline historically heralded!! The print pressed proudly and pugnaciously to punish the pungent by the jumpin' journalist of justice (Saint Louis' scribblin' Sanders) since he's 8 he's assisted sprawling out the scrolls, now he's 68 lays out photos to lay out felons, rapists and robbers who romp while applauding the courageous cops that drop, stop and stomp our neighborhoods' nasty ne'er-do-wells and dirty dastardly derelicts!! Horray for our H-men, can I get an amen? Aimin' to celebrate them; Ol' “Knuckles” Johnson, Strong “Stone Hard” persistent “Pac-Man”. The Whirl born of Ben Thompson, who passed along its long past The riotous righteous rag that puts the blasted baddies on blast! St. Louis boasts the mo...

“Call Your Mom” Criminal Episode 4 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/8/2017 Among the idle chatter the officers had to stifle laughter despite the graphic aftermath at the crime scene when Casey said “I'll try to reach my Mom” at 3 O'clock, she's on the homicide team. Alright see, this isn't your ordinary morbid fairy tale a story carrying a portrait pairing well with an altered rearing skill absorbing love in a horrid scary world where the corpses can be held among hair-raising awful hellishness then when the day is done with just act normal, head home hug infants cuddle and kiss your husband tiptoeing a befuddling balance of the love of your bloodline and comfortably shrugging off puddling lines of blood that your day is covered in sometimes. Etched in a family tree, name signed in mortal coil cursive twisting like a double helix, genes twist tales from toiling Vernons Bill and Linda spend a lifetime near li...