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Hula Girl

There was one night I went to a reggae concert on the beach, and in the crowd there was a girl dancing with a hula hoop. She was young, with long untidy hair and a long tight dress and no shoes. She had a way of snaking the hula up above her head, and with her arms stretched she made a tunnel of its descent; she undulated, dancing inside the hoop for maybe a second, then, with well practiced hips she caught the blue
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Southernmost

It was a Wednesday evening, a few weeks ago, and I was glumly hibernating in the barren drifts of the East End. I had been craving change. For one thing, ever since the New Year, I was determined to crack my habit of television-time and it was going to need to be something beyond the glory of shoveling snow. January was surging unstoppably to the midway-mark; that awful moment in man-made time where bright possibilit
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Conch Fried

In a bar, while picking from several plates of ocean dwelling foodstuffs, it was impossible not to notice a couple of hardened order generic viagra drinkers dawdling nearby, eyeballing the grub like pelicans. Next upping the nudge to comments, such as, “In my opinion, this place cialis soft online serves the best conch fritters on the whole island.” Followed by, “you gonna eat all that?” and, since of course I was no
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Key West

Customer: (Male, pony-tailed, with bandy legs and a beer belly, in a sleeveless t-shirt and slept-in grey shorts) “Have you heard what’s happening?” Cashier: (Female, blond, weathered, slender, mauve Hemp supple clothing) “You talking about the storm?” Customer: “It’s, like, minus 5 degrees. There’s no reason to rush back.” Cashier: (Smiling) “I’ve tho
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Skill Sets

Overnight, as per predictions, a foot of powder had fallen, reconfiguring my surroundings to a Whistler. When first alerted to the impending blizzard I had every intention of buying a shovel, but a good book got in the way. Late into the day snow continued to fall so I tore myself from the excellent read. Scuffling with the elements I burrowed a route to my car. I drove to town to find it unrecognizable in its desola
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Good Taste

Ever since graduating culinary school Upstate New York, close to ten years ago, Buck has been employed as a chef. If you ask him he’ll tell you he can do anything and everything there is to do, where it concerns food. He’ll tell you he enjoys a tasty meal. Buck grew up on some tropical island where he lived with his parents, a stampede of older brothers, one younger sister, and a black dog. He remembers a loving fami
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In With the New

January, Sunday, and the East End was unnaturally balmy. A cloud reclined on the ground, spreading itself generously in amongst denuded shrubbery, smudging outlines. For an instant the sun burned a hole through the heavy grey haze. Enthused by the splash of day light I ventured out for a drive. Dirty ice and slick mud lined long residential streets. Overlooking the beach, from behind high dunes where snow obstinately
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Ketchum, If You Can

I just spent a few days in the Rockies of Idaho, in a snow-globe deep-freeze sun drenched valley thousands of feet above sea level. I had been asked to read from my new book by the Ketchum Community Library. This came to pass because Sabina Dana Plasse, currently Arts & Events editor of the Idaho Mountain Express, brought my book to the powers that be at the library and they extended an invitation. My ego was ti
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FICTION: PART SIX

It was soon apparent I did not possess Mary’s instincts for genius in children’s entertainment. Work, such as it was called, amounted to reading an incessant influx of unsolicited scripts. Topics favored the supernatural, and all were laced with syrupy morality messages. Where Mary saw magic I saw putrefaction. My job was to read and reduce these scripts to one hundred word reports. So like school, I marveled. I was
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