Monthly Archives: March 2012

Citrus

As sour as a lemon is my mood and murkier; a lemon is more clean. I’m battling an acrid attitude, besieged by crankiness and feeling mean. But here’s a treat I didn’t think I’d have: a 5-car train provides me … Continue reading

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The Bad Patient (Conclusion)

They had to walk single file between trees for a minute or two. They came to an open space overlooking the rocky cove, and they paused. Spot investigated gopher holes; his tail swept the air like a metronome. “Anyway … … Continue reading

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The Bad Patient (Part III of IV)

Isabelle was looking straight ahead as they walked but she caught some movement in her peripheral vision and turned to the right. “Is that Rusty-the-slut?” Rosie peered where Isabelle faced. A tall figure was moving away from a parked silver … Continue reading

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The Bad Patient (Part II of IV)

Rosie seemed preoccupied with her shoe. She was bent over and busy with the lace, so Isabelle looked at the back of her head. “Belle,” Rosie began, aiming her words at the sand, “I don’t want to beat a dead … Continue reading

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The Bad Patient (Part I of IV)

“I will not willingly surrender myself to the medical industry.” That had always been one of Isabelle’s assertions, and Rosie accepted it as much as she could. Everyone else said “Oh, you’ll sing a different tune if you’re ever diagnosed … Continue reading

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Misanthropy

You’re looking terrible. I can’t believe how many of you people aren’t fine. I doubt that God is trying to achieve this unattractive blandness by design. You’re somnolent, and you have blotchy skin. Your hair is dull. Your fingernails don’t … Continue reading

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Caste of Characters

They never aimed to establish a society but if they had they would have argued for equality. They were all women; they’d been at the short end of the stick. But they settled their community without a constitution, and personalities … Continue reading

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The Baby and The Bathwater

The bath drains used to be not so good. Sanitation science hadn’t been developed then. So city planners tried to overbuild; if something was good, then more had to be better. They made the drains much bigger than it turned … Continue reading

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Equinox

It’s difficult to write to any beat except the warming weather. Atmosphere is balm and tonic, throat-caressing, sweet, while groundward furling fronds and flowers spear the air with color, wear the morning dew of March with new erection, natal green. … Continue reading

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Regurgitation (End)

After a few hours everyone had been rebooked and bused to nearby motels. Each passenger was dispensed a small blue pack with a tiny tube of toothpaste, a pull-apart travel toothbrush and rudimentary shaving gear, and a coupon worth a … Continue reading

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