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Mythology, Paris and Potions

Everything about life in Paris was exaggerated, even if it meant ending things, by guillotine. Starting with the despicable garret apartment they rented from a hag who despised everyone. She occupied the ground floor and they had to pass her and climb worn stone steps in a turret to their third floor cramped home. It was mostly dark brown exposed brick and shag, it was dismal and on cold mornings, him gone to sketch
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Alexander the Great Life

On behalf of mankind I shoved off the sofa and headed to town in need of a story. I was soon intercepted by a dude, thirty-something and although drunk, not slurring. I’m Alexander the Great. What’s your name? Cleopatra. I think we are going to get along. Don’t call yourself Cleopatra, you sound like one of the strippers. Well, Alexander the Great, I’m looking for a story. I’ll get you a
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Mother’s Milk

Blood would flow, scars would never heal. He wasn’t a sadist, but he liked it this way. He’d seen this movie before. He wrote the script!  He pursued his prey across the arid desert of her insecurities to the riverbanks of her plumping confidence. Poison dart-toting archer he tracked her. She never stood a chance, not that she wanted one. Beautiful innocence. Predator that he was he worked her like a crankshaft on a
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Hey Fatty!

What’s with fat? How did ‘fat’ become a dirty word? Only in the United States of America has this ‘F’ word sidled along in infamy with the other ‘F’ word. And don’t get me revved on the stupidity of assigning words this title of the ‘whatever letter’ word and how that somehow renders its meaning toothless? Letters against Humanity! So ‘f’ing’ dumb. Why is it that in America to call someone ‘fat’ is a hate crime? Try
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Living the Dream

As tourists visit Key West so does stormy weather. Each leaves his own detritus, whether teardrops or raindrops. Eating a sunny morning alive a wind might stir. Dry leaves clatter attracting attention to those paying it. Cats drag indoors, birds quieten. A mass of clouds trap light beams like swords falling to earth, until lusterless. Raindrops clank on cars in elephantine tears. Branches crash-land through antique b
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Junk Food Rat

I live with a rat. Possibly he is a mouse. I’ve never seen him. At night, when he is certain I am secured beneath the bed sheets, I hear him dragging things around and banging into stuff. Perhaps he’s partially blind. Whatever the case, this rodent has shabby eating habits. On the counter in the kitchen are bags of croissants, bags of nuts and fruit but he will only help himself to the Cheetos. He makes one careful s
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Sex With Plants

I was minding my own business bopping along to something at the Hogs Breath Bar deep downtown Key West, when a young man spoke to me. YM: What is your name? CO: Cleopatra YM: Where are you from? CO: Egypt YM: What’s your last name? CO: Patra YM: Can I get you a drink? Don’t tell me you don’t drink. CO: I don’t drink, I don’t high five, I don’t say awesome and I don’t twirl on the dance floor. I’d love some water. He
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New Bands Old Bars

Patrick and The Swayzees were slated for Friday night sound check at The Green Parrot, the best bar in the world. Everyone in town raves about Patrick and the Swayzees, and being as I’m immune to peer pressure I avoided them.  Yes, I judged the band by its dumb nomenclature and the suspiciously ebullient hype. And thus I erred. Am I more human than vampire after all? One day I was introduced to Patrick, the leader of
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Piano Key, Florida

When I was seven I remember being dispatched for a week to the house of an old lady, a friend of my mother’s. In the house was a piano and I took to sitting on the wood bench and tapping at the black and white bars, beguiled by the sounds. The old lady claimed arthritis prevented her from using the thing and I begged her to ship it to my mother’s house. When the piano arrived my mother was not amused. She
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