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CollectionAfter the Ashes bobbiego013 years 2 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales bobbiego013 years 2 months ago
CollectionThe Roxie Poems bobbiego013 years 2 months ago
CollectionLife in a Small Town bobbiego013 years 2 months ago
StoryWho Speaks for the Albatross? bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryWeathering bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryWeeping of Trees bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryWatching the Broncos bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryYou took only one second bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryVictim bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryWyoming Skies bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryWorrying about Me bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryThere are no overs bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryRoxie Hides in Amish Country with Phoebe, Yippee and a Bottle of Black Ink bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryNOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Birth of Bebop Miles and Charlie 1948 bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryMy D I V O R C E Become Final Today bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryRoxie Does the Internet bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryRoxie Has Harlan Ellison Dreams bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryRoxie Ponders Philosophically, but She ain't no Bentham bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryRoxie and Biff bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryPassion bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryPull the Plug bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Goodness Sakes bobbiego013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe End bobbiego013 years 3 months ago

My stories

Cherry

I Missed the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics

I was born four decades tardy of being a beat generation icon,

The Birth of Bebop Miles and Charlie 1948

Wearing clothes way to hip for the cities brand of frigidity, the icy whip of Chicago's notorious winter lashing through their coats, they still came to play at the Argyle Club

My D I V O R C E Become Final Today

Chalk dust memories are running down the creek, washing away any love words I ever dared to speak
Cherry

Roxie Does the Internet

She had visited every internet site she found interesting at least a dozen times, received a plethora of email from people unknown, peddling everything from paintings to painkillers, and she dabbled on the poetry boards.

Roxie Has Harlan Ellison Dreams

At first she blamed the new strange wine that had grown increasingly popular with people like her, those lost somewhere in the land of the pale horse.

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