Category: ShortStory
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Silence in Motion
Silence in Motion an inky void sashaysthrough the sunrise longshadows on stealthycat’s paws from beneath the grapefriuttree, across the porchto the fountain’sreservor takes a long drinkthen some personal grooming asbright yellow eyes peer through thescreen door for any canine objections –LE
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Seventy-six Trombones
Seventy-six Trombones seventy-six trombones in the big paradeplaying the seventy-sixth part of the gamewondering how deep is the benchhow many more ready to take my place? guess it’s all moot since strings areall I’ve ever played, four, six, and twelvefretted and fretless, trombones in asense I guess, nonetheless circlings of Sol a trombone eachanticipating the…
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Lynn – Part 4 – Memoir Continued
Religious Complications Lynn never mentioned that she was religious, although she did have a ‘New Jerusalem Bible’, which she said was Catholic and that she just liked having it to document things in. We considered ourselves to be ‘spiritual’, but not religious. At least, I thought we did… WRONG! I had given up on religion…
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Lynn – Part 3 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 3 Lynn had a friend at LC3 who was a young Catholic priest, not much older than me. He agreed to marry us, so we set the date. I think we set it for September ‘71. It was held by the river in Beaver Creek Reservation Amherst, OH. Dale played prior to…
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Late August, Morning Ride
Late August, Morning Ride Sol rising, 20 degrees off thehorizon casting long shadowsalong the path, barcoding thebarios we’re rolling through sunward, the bone-dry riverbottom, half submerged inshadow twitches with lifeferal, stealthy, waiting ring-ding-ding bwaaah ring-ding-ding bwaah of under-powered motorbike playingchicane in morning traffic homeless sprawl across thepath in underpasses, accidentswaiting to happen, carelessof themselves and…
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Goodnight Moon
Goodnight Moon by Duke Mcvinnie There’s a nail in the doorAnd there’s glass on the lawnTacks on the floorAnd the TV is onAnd I always sleep with my gunsWhen you’re gone There’s a blade by the bedAnd a phone in my handA dog on the floorAnd some cash on the nightstandWhen I’m all alone the…
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Lynn – Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 2 We started hanging out and partying with Dale K., whom I mentioned meeting at the LCCC coffeehouse, and his girlfriend, Kathy, and Fred and his girlfriend, Ellen K., whom I had known in high school. She was in my graduating class and played oboe in the orchestra and in the marching…
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Lynn – Part 1 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 1 I was jamming with a couple of other guitarists in the empty choir room. The music in the air, flowing down the hallways, drew in a few curious spectators. One of them was Linda C., my old red-headed coffeehouse nemesis. To my surprise, she didn’t give me a hard time. In…
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Back to School – Memoir Continued
Back to School, the Coffeehouse, and School-life as Usual Things at school pretty much returned to ‘normal’. Cindy was gone, and I resumed my school, coffeehouse, and performance schedules. During this time, I met and became friends with Fred K., known by many as ‘Bummer Fred’. He came into the Program Board meeting room while…
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The One Who Got Away – Memoir Continued
The One Who Got Away I was singing 2nd tenor in the choir. And a while after my neck brace was off, I was frequently walked to my next class by a beautiful young girl, Cindy B. She was the sister of Lanex, who had been one of my friends during my first enrollment at…
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