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Dance, Dance, Dance

On nights I can’t find a band to inspire me another destination is The Garden of Eden, a clothing optional club, an open rooftop bar downtown Key West. But not for the obvious reason. I have no interest in soaking up the sights. I’ve danced there many a night but I’ve never removed a stitch of clothing and I never will and mostly I keep my eyes closed. Also my friend Cory is the DJ and he selects the grooviest of tun
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Looking For Leo

I met Leo when I was 14 years old. He was no more than 17 himself but I took him for a grownup.  Turned out Leo had run away from boarding school in the English countryside and somehow made his way to the Khyber Pass. Leo found a brotherhood of freedom fighters and he lived with them. He wrapped his head with the local headwear, his swarthy countenance providing the height of camouflage. He easily picked up their lan
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Peru & the Coca Leaf

Long ago I was traveling around southern Peru. Along with some local pals we hired a car from the coastal city of Arequipa and headed east and inland and up thousands of feet into the fabled Andes. Our intentions were to travel over the first peak, or cordillera as they are called, stop at the midway restaurant and then wind our way down to a golden canyon where time has been idling in magnificent stillness. Placid i
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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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