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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 5
Serial Novel The father and husband who traditionally must be the last line of defense wasn’t. Instead of lending a warm hand and some of his time he saw the situation as an opportunity...
Animal Dilemmas – Tarsier Bird of Paradise
Short Story After the Bird of Paradise stopped singing and dancing and settled on a mate it grew serious and became busy with lovemaking. At first its mate felt lucky after seeing countless opponents...
Animal Dilemmas – Black Panther Condor
Short Story The Condor flew all night and in the morning it landed at the edge of the jungle by pool at the foot of a waterfall to take a drink of water. The...
Belgium Brew Reminiscence
Belgian Saison, a lager served at a Suffern bar with an English pub feel and an American look. Brick-walled, with dark-salmon and mustard-yellow facades. Surrounded by poets, all writing. Do I feel like one...
The Red Butterfly, Part Six – Love in the Time of War
Short Story We walked through the dark streets of Lavapiés, past shuttered Indian, Chinese, and Arabic shops selling trinkets and mysterious packaged goods. The streets were empty except for young North African men who...
Shifting Sands
Poem The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...
Heart: A Short Pantoum
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...
Rich Man, Poor Man – Part Three
Short Story Anxious to find the answer he was seeking, the student approached the giggling party and beseeched the gentleman sitting in the center. “Sir, I must know, are you a rich man?” The...
Animal Dilemmas – Fennec Wolf
Short Story After taking a drink of water the Wolf and Lion collapsed on the cool damp rocks of the cave for a day long nap. The Lion woke first and felt old, the...
Mind The Gap
Poem I was reading Fear and Loathing for the first time in years, when a train appeared at the station and footsteps filled my ears. As the platform cleared I noticed a girl...
