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StoryPeeling LA: Part of an Urban Artichoke Series macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryTony and Dawn macserp011 years 10 months ago
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StoryMy Endemic macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryNotes From A Reluctant Love Nest macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryPutting On the Gleam macserp011 years 10 months ago
StorySnorkeler Down, High Adventure in the Yucatan Peninsula macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryRiddle macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryNotes On a Good Time macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryRevenge macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryMiracle Body macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story (novel excerpt) macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryInterstate 40, Poem (Cycles I-V for Joe M.) macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryHappenstance macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryHeliotrope macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryFade macserp011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Undoing macserp216 years 1 month ago

My stories

Putting On the Gleam

I tell you, I've had worse but not by much. If I start thinking bout it I'll get depressed. It's no use anyway. Looking back I mean. Besides there's not a spot of dust in my room. Bright in the morning, cool at night. Funny thing - I've never actually seen her in my room. But I can smell her. It's like a jar of pickles. I don't mind it really. Except that it always makes me hungry for a few bread-n-butter after.

Chapter 20 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story (aka Neptune Never Did This)

I smile at her goofy punk. The clear plastic handbag with red hearts. The bamboo slippers. Her collarbones protruding out of the neck of her jersey like developing fins. Her deep red lips pulled back to her temples. Her ribbed cotton skirt, white and dirty already, hugging, elastic - stretched over her naked hips.

Chapter 16 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

"I like the flowers, she says, flickering her tongue against the back of her teeth, about to call me a bastard for embarrassing her at work. She bends down to smell them and curtsies and then she takes a bite from them. "How did it go? "It was terrible," she says, with petals stuck to her lips. "He came back this morning and said some things that I don't know what to think about yet. He was hurt, of course. He wanted to know why I gave him permission to love me and then took it away like that.

Come Clown, Let's Go

Come Clown, Let's Go (for my dog Shaft) Andiamo pagliaccio vieni qui! The morning nuts are slippery. Let's walk over them slowly and climb the hill just like the old days, smelling eucalyptus
Cherry

Snorkeler Down, High Adventure in the Yucatan Peninsula

And now, as you stand there splitting two worlds, high upon the aching shoulders of the void, what is behind you is everything you have ever done, your whole life, and ahead of you, glaring up at you, the abyss in the eye of a fish as big as the world and unknown and futureless and uneaten and unloved and all that other stuff and the difference is her, a few breaths between right now and never again, a few dumb breaths between two worlds, just one last swim she said, and as you stand there a voice reaches over from the dead world behind you and all that's gone before, and asks you if you need some help.

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