Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

868 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Pain-God
After my appendectomy, I asked the anesthetist about how my depth of anesthesia was monitored. "We monitor processed EEG waves, frontal lobe activity that quasi-linearizes balances between GABA and an index value that documents your sedation. Above a certain number, it assures deep-enough sedation."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
UNDER'touchable
I've had it. So I sit at my ol' UNDERWOOD, rapping my fingers: QWERTYUIOP. This salutation to the keyboard begins our correspondence. The [SHIFT] key is a heavy hoist, so I leave the caps on.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Between Roots and Canopy
When running for your life, you just go: choosing an itinerary is a luxury. You're hitchhiking for survival but risk being picked up by someone or something that may be worse than who or what you're running from.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Pralines for Pauline
The jalopy'in' wagon on Rue Magazine Proffers Roman Candy stretched out as taffy While I pine, instead, for the nuttied praline
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
The Good Ol' Tooth Fairy Days
I remember my childhood friends. Playing hide-and-seek outside till dark. Not a care in the world. The day's disagreements, debates, and fights--forgotten with the next sunrise. Those were the good ol' days. As taken for granted as teeth.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Blowing Bubbles
Today I gave up The fight against gravity The ergs and the joules and the foot-pounds Were just so much fluff to me . I concaved into a labyrinth
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Gravitas
I was unstable and today I gave up the fight against gravity. I folded upon myself, collapsing into a singularity. You can imagine the amount of heat generated in the process.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Etched in Stone
I'm a boomer. I vote. I mind the thermostat, keeping the temp just shy of Goldilocksian just rightness. I'm a boomer. While growing up, the holocaust was still a societal fresh memory. And a couple of atom bombs. And imminent nuclear war, whose threat, ironically, has reared its ugly head again.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Fetid Is the New Black
A sequel to Rachel Deeming's 59th story in her A Story Every Day in 2024 series, "An Unintended Stop." _________________ After pulling over, Janet's son Damon had found the black bag with the dead body. Rudely awakened, little Lilly was still cross. Janet put her down.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Whatever
Mean to me Means to me No means for me It seems to me . A way away Aweighs The way My ways sway . Up and down Sideways to
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Dilation
I'd never make the birth unless I went hyperluminal. Doable, but frowned upon. 27 lightyears away my wife labored in a stand-alone lying-in holodome on subsurface Enceladus. Her art-intels readied her for parturition.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Eve'ning
The Tree of Knowledge stood alone and untouched Forbidden and forgotten, its fruit was low-hanging While pointing to the skies above, as the nonesuch And the only test in a world that was unchanging
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction