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NO PLACE LIKE ROAM
Just a little story, a couple of mates cracking jokes with the frogs … Continue reading
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SOLID GROUND
This story is from a work in progress titled MULEGÉ, a novel. Not a novel, though; maybe not prose. Poetry? Liminal, it is. Like the tides, the words come and go. Continue reading
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JUST TEA
The old motor home stood with hood propped open, rusted fender prominent, tires with but a vestige of tread, sidewalls cracked, appearing abandoned save for the two wooden stools and small table with tea service set upon its varnished surface. The woman, as slowly became apparent for, at first glance, he had mistaken her for… Continue reading
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MUSES
(from ACTS OF COMPLICITY, stories ) He began without enthusiasm. A crowded room filled with indifference. Open windows. Urban … calefaction. That should do. He took a cloth from his pocket, his glasses from his face, and polished their lenses. He replaced his glasses, gathered his thoughts, nodded once, and began. “Art,” he said, “is… Continue reading
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QUIET
Stolen, the small blue Pullman placard stipulated QUIET is requested for the benefit of those who have retired. Sitting on a chair, wooden, straight backed craftsman style, perhaps oak, old with a bit of a wobble not unlike myself, the field uncultivated for donkey’s years, surrounding for acres with a copse of planted populars, aligned,… Continue reading
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George Moore
A sketch of George Moore by his friend Edouard Manet If one were to rank Irish writers, George Moore (1852 – 1933) would certainly be among the top tier. Despite his excellent reputation, his work is generally considered to be outside the purview of British Victorian literature. He remains ‘other,’ perhaps French perhaps some hybrid.… Continue reading
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