A 22-year old virgin visits the Paris wellhead of sex and is disillusioned

Chapter 11: Disillusion

The first time I saw Paris, four of us GIs on a three-day pass from Germany rented rooms in a hot-sheets hotel in Pigalle, agreeing we were so horny we should go straight to the famous wellhead of sex. I thought them more experienced. …

The Sergeant Major was momentarily diverted from his bitterness at DeGaulle when I came in from a night of drinking and dancing in Paris, escorted by two colonel’s daughters in a VW, and headed for the Alka Seltzer. I told him nothing happened with the eldest, who coolly thanked him for being allowed to “borrow” me — and that the younger stared daggers at me all the way back to post, because I got the front seat and she was relegated to the back. “That’s the stuff,” the old soldier said. “Always plead not guilty…”

Is what my lady-love asked me when she read the following sort-of poem, copied from a notebook that was my constant companion during two years of servitude in the United States Army. Penned one sunny spring day in Fontainebleau gardens around the big chateau after Charles DeGaulle announced he was…

An Army tale from the late unlamented Cold War

Recently I tried an experiment here, posting ancient typewritten pages from an Army tour in the 1960s. “Ancient”: a lot has happened in the half-century since. The world has changed almost beyond recognition — and stayed essentially the same beneath the cosmetics. It occurred to me to place here a…

short from my first published collection

The spring day was warm and clear and lovely, with that good old feeling of the road moving up to meet you, just relishing the feel of motion for motion’s sake and enjoying the roadside greening of Pennsylvania’s deciduous forests.

I took a short side trip into a Lancaster (Lankster…

Ish’s Iliad wanders into Arizona

The zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It is free of ulterior motives. There is no power game. The man is not “taking” and the woman is not “giving”. No one is attempting to cuckold a husband or humiliate a wife. No one is trying to prove anything or get anything…

another chapter from the novel


Once we knew that we would be working after August, my taking Corinne home got to be an understood thing. Nobody yet had started making remarks like they always do about anything at all between a man and a woman, no matter how innocent.

We talked about Dawson's…

experiment from old typed notes

c/f internet Saint Louis promotional material

Intermezzo: noun; a movement coming between the major sections of an extended musical work (such as an opera)

I carried out my mother’s assignment to report her pending death to my father and uncles from a hotel room in St. Louis. After the Goodwill Games, she wouldn’t let me blow…

From The Duck Hunter Diaries Volume 3.

Liquor Board blues

January 14, 1984 — the work stress piles up, blamed by the doctors for my high blood pressure. Certainly, it steals the pleasure from hunting. I sure miss Leroy Hittle, recently retired, replaced as chairman by Robert Hannah, a former clothing store executive. We got along fine…

Bill Burkett

Professional writer, Pacific Northwest. 20 Books: “Sleeping Planet” 1964 to “Venus Mons Iliad” 2018–19. Most on Amazon for sale. Il faut d’abord durer.

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