Selected Writing by Olaf Kroneman

several stories I've written under my pen name available on Amazon

Sickos Psychos and Saints is a collection of my short stories released under my pen name Burson Richards.

You can find it here: Sickos Psychos and Saints on Amazon

This is a selection of the stories written by Olaf Kroneman. If you enjoy one, or more, please share them with your friends and feel free to visit the Contact page to leave feedback!

An Old Colt Cobra

(Published in the 2019 spring/summer issue of “The Moonshine Review”) From an early age, Bronco obsessed over the Kennedy assassination. He found himself in juvie on November 22, 1963, just starting his life of crime. Though old now, he still reviewed footage of the assassination before each job. He watched the event over and…

Cuddle the Schizophrenic But Fear the Bi-Polar

1967-“The Summer of Love.” It was a great time to be in San Francisco and Haight –Ashbury, smoking pot and dropping acid. But not an ideal time to be a first year medical student in an inner city Detroit hospital. Location, location, location. For five days in July 1967 Detroit burned. Forty-…

The Romantic by Olaf Kroneman

He humiliated me over and over. But I took it. I made mental, emotional excuses. I loved him. The abused will do that. Don’t ask me why. He insisted we take pictures. I did not want to take the shameful, salacious videos, but you know how when you can sense the end of a relationship…

A RUMBLE FOR HUMANITY

Your heroes can compromise you. Muhammad Ali put me at risk. The first time I encountered Ali, then Cassius Clay, was on television. I was ten years old and saw this young black guy dressed in a tuxedo and top hat, brandishing a walking stick and reciting poetry. He was scheduled to fight Henry Cooper in England.…

INTO THE WHITE- A LATE WINTER BLIZZARD

INTO THE WHITE by Olaf Kroneman Pediatricians called them FLKS, funny-looking kids. Not a very sensitive term but professionals knew what it meant. There was something wrong with the infant but they couldn’t quite make a diagnosis. At birth, he was labeled an FLK. His forehead was very prominent, his eyes were large…

Standing in the Shadows

An old blues man contemplates his life, loss, loves, and hopes. I’ve always liked to watch the young ladies dance. They still make this old man smile. It’s not foolish and hot, like the old days, it’s different, nicer. It’s admiration for the work of the Great Sculptor. It’s the same feeling I get on…