Monthly Archives: August 2014

The Magician

In your eyesleaves turn intobutterflies& trees turn intomen thatmove to the edge of thefield,leaving footprints in the grass. You seefat men walk downoldstreets wearingpigsuits withhogties. No oneever talksto thembut you. They look at youlike sleepy barn owlsslowlyblinking big round eyes, … Continue reading

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Callahan’s Bar

I have to go back there one of these days. When I went in a woman with bare breasts was shooting pool and giving hard loud laughs. Some guy at the bar said to me: “D’you see the pool player?” … Continue reading

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Adventure of the Feline Assistant, a Holmes and MacTavish mystery tale ©

“Holmes, is that you?” “Shhh,” the figure replied in a nearly inaudible whisper. Dr. Watson looked about in the half light. The street was empty except for himself, Sherlock Holmes,and a large orange-and-white cat with a round face, huge orange … Continue reading

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Instructions for living a life and being a writer

“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” — Mary Oliver In my experience, the same thing works for being a writer: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. I like to tell stories about life … Continue reading

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