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Monthly Archives: June 2020
“When The Hurleyburley’s Done” (SHORT-STORY) 06-29-2020
The old tenements, now renovated for NYU student-housing, still have that 19th century grotto-getto feel. The narrow streets south of Washington Square Park look like scenes from pre-WW1 Paris city-scapes. But now, the starving artists are debt-strapped-grad-students trying to save … Continue reading
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916 TIMOTHY-BY-THE-SEA or why we do what we do 06-28-2020
Not shy. A bold approach on the waters edge. He smiles up at me. Why not? I seem like a nice guy. He says, “Hi! I’m Timothy. I’m five. My mommy’s up there on the beach under that rainbow-ka-banana-sun-block-thing. But … Continue reading
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915 Writing Poems With No Clothes On 6-22-2020
Poems need be writ- naked, stripped of all costumes and customs designed to protect them from lifes inclement elements. If it’s hot, let the poem sweat. Frigid? It shivers. If it sings of breasts, let them be huge, round and … Continue reading
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914 Metastatic Passing 06-12-2020
Only all he knew surrounded him: The rhythmic compression, squeezing, relaxing, squeezing his ankles and calves; The regulated flow of oxygen through the tube into his nose, throat, lung; his breathing, creating the soft sound, repeating, souwch, souwch, souwch.. of … Continue reading
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913 Life’s A Gas! 06-09-2020
It was a grand pool! Twelve feet deep under the diving boards. One hundred feet wide at the shallow end. Sort’a cool to be nineteen, and “the-guy-in-charge”. Head life guard, maintainer of its crystal clear water at PH 7.5—- Chlorine … Continue reading
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912 Past seventy, memories come easier 6-1-2020
Abundant grapes ripen in a fertile vineyard. And I, an old migrant picker, have merely to brush against heavy hung vines, to harvest sweet grape clusters, to haul-off to press, to squeeze and sniff, sip and savor all this fine … Continue reading
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911 Some Moments With Mom and Dad 5-31-2020
When I was a baby, My Mommy loved me. And she always would. When I was a toddler, My Daddy did too. And he always would. And, there were these: When I was a teen I became their lying “go-between” … Continue reading
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