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Listening

The first time he saw the tree, he was so overawed by its size and shape that he stared at it until people around him began to ask each other what the gringo could possibly find so interesting in that … Continue reading

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What is at the top of those stairs?

— Photo by Pat Lively What kind of story would you write if you walked by this gate? Think about it. What kind of images appear? Now sit down and begin writing, and let me know what came (or is … Continue reading

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Two vignettes

All stories come from life as we live, observe and participate in it. These are two stories among many I’ve come to know over the years, especially the years I spent doing nursing  home consulting. When I was asked several … Continue reading

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Jonah’s Birth, a story

And the moon came round the earth and showered down sparks. And the Whale slapped the waters with His tail. And there sprang forth clouds from the spray that flew therefrom. And the Whale split the waters. And land rose. … Continue reading

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THE DISAPPEARANCE

The day was a hot and cloudless, much like the many that had preceded and have followed it. I was sitting in my living room, reading, when a friend stopped by and suggested that we walk down to Lake Calhoun … Continue reading

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Requiem for Blue, a story

It’s been ten years since I drove through that neighborhood and ran across the old man, sitting in the window and staring out into the bleak winter street. Ten years, and I can still remember him as clearly as if … Continue reading

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