Vincent Panella

The First Glass

This is my writing space on Vermontviews.org, “Qualify of Life, Sprit of Place.” Here you will find my observations on life, art, family and friends. A few entries are posted here. See the Vermont Views site for the others.

What made me go to Texas? 

What made me go to Texas? Last spring the news filtered in that a U.S. Rep from El Paso named Robert Francis O'Rourke, nicknamed Beto, (Bet-oh) was challenging Ted Cruz for a senate seat held by Republicans since the early nineties. Cruz was considered a...

Today’s Weather

She was sitting in front of the TV, remote in hand, water, books, and pills on the side table. She lowered the sound when he came in and sat, his back hurting from the day's work.I don't think I'll be able to get up.You poor thing.Bent over a sink for the...

Sleeping With Herodotus

There's a Hemingway story called Now I Lay Me in which he fears sleeping at night ever since he was struck by a mortar during World War I – ‘blown up’  as he puts it. To fall asleep in darkness would cause his soul “to fly out of his body,’ that is, he...

Typewriter Days

Once long ago I needed a job. A friend had just quit as a reporter for a large Midwest newspaper and he suggested I take his place. I'd never worked as a news reporter, but I'd taken a J-School course and had recently written a piece about racing pigeons and their...

This Poet Walks Into A Bar…

Twain didn’t like it when he had a situation but no story. Tell that to any writer.As a college student I worked summers in my father’s bar in upstate New York. Newburgh was a poor Hudson River town with such social ills that my father’s business would...

DEMOLITION

DEMOLITION             Primo Levi’s Moments of Reprieve is a story collection based on his one-year stay in Auschwitz. The stories follow his other writings about the experience, and for those those who don’t know, Levi was an Italian Jew and trained chemist. In 1943...

Luck

The house still stands, wrecked, silent, blackened and charred. Once the flames were extinguished an excavator ripped off part of the roof and flattened walls on the second floor to expose enough of the house so that the last ember could be put out. Now the second...

For the Birds

            My grandma believed that birds were the souls of the dead. She would throw out bread soaked in water for the sparrows, grackles and stray pigeons from the nearby coops. She also believed in olive oil as a universal cure and that certain people possessed...

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vpaul@sover.net