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And The Diamonds Danced
She sat quietly, breathing in and breathing out, breathing in the sharp-sweet-bitter-slightly-sulfurous tang of seaweed and of salt. She...
Apr 13, 2018


Conclusion: Till The Cows Come Home
[Continued from post of March 22, 2018] 1. Dream Boy I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, thought Dream Boy. Those stupid cows have gone all...
Apr 5, 2018


Till The Cows Come Home
1. Molly Molly peered cautiously over the fence. She turned her huge head one way, then the other, muttering to herself as one of those...
Mar 22, 2018


On The Shores Of Her Heart
She sat and sat and sat, waves of regret crashing on the shores of her heart, waves depositing the flotsam and jetsam of her broken life...
Mar 15, 2018


It’s How The Light Gets In
She sat and sat and sat, carefully sifting memories like sand, memories of a seashore much like this one, floury silky white sand, those...
Mar 2, 2018


Fish Out of Water
She stood at the counter in her tiny kitchen, frozen in the act of skinning ocean perch fillets for Brazilian fish stew, frozen by memory...
Nov 2, 2017


Bees, Late Summer Afternoon
She sat and sat and sat. This time, it was a good thing, because she’d actually gotten up out of the the chair by the door and was now...
Sep 21, 2017


The Pavement Ends at the Outhouse
We lived on a dirt road in a remote rural part of the country. It was an election year, so they were paving as many roads as they could...
Oct 25, 2016
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