STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE FOOTHOLDS ON LUGGAGE Bustling check-in desk, suited men. Orderly queue – duty free sake.
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Sunrise on the outskirts of a suburban town. The robins have returned, pecking among newly sprung hyacinth and crocus, …
Short Story
Another painting in La Galería Nacional In a change of tone so complete I dropped my chocolate milk which splashed hideously across my tennis shoes and caused a …
Poetry
Untitled Briny martini’s are just too grown up for me. I need to have something sweet after.
Poetry
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If I’ve learned one thing in my long slog through this vale of tears, it’s that any nincompoop …
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Poetry
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Short Story
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Short Story
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Short Story
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Poetry
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Poetry
Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
Poetry
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Short Story
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Poetry
An Almost Miss Gripping our raft, with rope burns, blistering hands, under a blinding, searing sun. We float along a churning river, while Father Time draws a constant line and …
Poetry
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Flash Fiction
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Flash Fiction
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Short Story
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Short Story
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Poetry
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Essay
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
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