short-story
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Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old women tell their stories. The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins. They do not try to impress… Read more
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Unwashed memories. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you; no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally, long legged Texas gal told me. I have watched you for three years. You believed you have won when the whiskey is… Read more
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Liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend. A sweet memory of a flower of the Spring. She was blissful and wild. He remembered they sang love songs to each other… Read more
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Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone and I wandered the city falling in love with the ancient city. I liked the Italian people. Friendly and kind. I befriended… Read more
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One more cup of coffee. (All we need my friend. Light conversation, a cup of coffee and a friend near.) She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her at Dusk and I brought her coffee… Read more
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In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have played the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful woman. To swim in the heat of warm lips. Their warmth brought me to the pinnacle of passion and desire. I examine… Read more
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The damn road. It was a cold winter day in late December in Michigan. I awoke with my love andI kissed her face and lips, and I told her, good morning. Her beautiful young body pressed against me so tightly and I could hear her heart beating against my skin. I put my face… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
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Arousing illusion. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and attempt dances with the devil. The young Soldier saw a long legged beauty dancing alone. Hair auburn hair moving with the song… Read more
