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My stories

HENRY MILLER AT DENNY'S

By ralph on Tue, 30 Aug 2005

O.K . So we are driving to Sacramento. The usual crew: Liz, Troy, Paula me and you. We stop at Denny's for something to eat. A shake, a bake and a bellyache. Troy tells me to look in the corner.
Autobiography
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Nineteen And The Mermaids

By ralph on Sat, 20 Aug 2005

Found on the stormed beach by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one was a sand letter and three pairs of shoes which were in truth unbefitting for terrain such as this He read with interest
Autobiography
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Long Goodbye to Stephen Chambers

By ralph on Fri, 19 Aug 2005

Warm beer, rosary beads, clutched for nothing but comfort. This knotted man is undone. Nightly. He two steps the boardwalk, as if dancing to Basie. Memories thrumming his head, a persistant moth.
Autobiography
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Me and Mr Debussy

By ralph on Sat, 13 Aug 2005

Hung over, in the health centre. A broken bridge in this florescent rectangle. i'm gazing at a ceiling, designed by a minimalist. My head screams. My eyes drip. The caffeine addicts,
Autobiography
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Sweat on the Drizzle

By ralph on Sat, 13 Aug 2005

We fold and crisp bone leaves and twig trees now scored skeleton crack claw then a row from the crows who screech impeachment we breathe hard on the bark then hack verged tarmac
Love
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