Cherrypicked stories

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Catz Eyez

The Acapulco tread is worn away and my exotic tyres look more like teardrops than Michelin model 471A. We are bouncing on cat's eyes as if the...
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Lunacy

The perils of hitchhiking in cornfields
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Tunisian shopping

Shopping Tunisia style. The narrow dark alley way cluttered full of herbs and spices, maps, puppets, sweets, wooden bird cages, glass chessboards and...
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Valentines Day 1965

The birth of my EldestChild Susan in the local maternity Home
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I FOUND AMERICAN LITERATURE'S WALLET

I Found American Literature's Wallet I found American Literature's wallet last night in the parking lot of the supermarket, lying on the wet pavement...
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Highway 287 South

I missed the beat generation by a decade or two.
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Just a Rant

Just a Rant Sometimes I just want to write, and not give a damn if anyone likes what I say. I want to write to just feel myself. I want to hear my own cries on paper with a little free style ditty that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me.
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Big Break

A railway boss experiences lucidity
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Shiny metal casings and big nobs

reflections on writing, hobbies and game show hosts
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Sixties Girls

teenagers in the sixties
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The Best Things in Life

"What in me is dark illumine..." Milton
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Ludmilla

How an old German woman almost drove me to the brink of insanity.
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A- Metamorphosis

I woke up one day looked at myself saw pale, clammy skin a receding hairline red eyes felt ill and empty I looked in the mirror and saw nothing I was...
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Z: part of story Enchanted

a story of magic, witches and good vs evil.
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Zooming through the beat beyond

Liz driving Troy in the back i'm on the roof rack hollering like Jack here we go into the mystic Venice Beach i thought this only existed to those...
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Forest of Hardwoods

After the Ashes
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Z TO A

A - Z, IN DESCENDING ORDER
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Sonnet for Mona (was she a goer&;#063;) Lisa

In response to the headline "Mona Lisa was a real goer"
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The Precious Organisation

Standing at the mouth of the stank, bloated creek where the green algae rasps with the foul, corrupted burps of pond-life -- I shudder at the thought...

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