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My Old Man
Happy Father’s Day from Ian Dury and the Blockheads. https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/ooPVuG8ZbNE&source=uds My old man wore three piece whistlesHe was never home for longDrove a bus for London TransportHe knew where he belongedNumber 18 down to EustonDouble decker move alongDouble decker move alongMy old man Later on he drove a RollerChauffeuring for foreign menDropped his Hs on… Read more
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Sharon’s Journal – Flash Fiction Friday
Dr. Olive thinks I should keep a journal. All her patients do it, she says. She calls us peers, though. Like, all my peers do it. That’s how she talks. Says she keeps one of her own too. Like a peer would, right? She assures me that it’s very therapeutic, and who am I to… Read more
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Aaron Sachs (1923 – 2014) "A Sweet Cat"
A man named Aaron lived on the floor above me until his death last week. He seemed like an ordinary man, but looks can be deceiving. Aaron Sachs was a protege of Benny Goodman but exceeded even that great mentor in his ability to make the transition from swing to be-bop and Latin jazz. In… Read more
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The Love of You – Mike’s Musical Monday (Anniversary Edition)
Twenty four years ago today I married my best friend. Not to be crude (OK, to be crude), as John Lennon said of Yoko Ono, “It’s just handy to fuck your best friend.” For 34 years now (including the decade we were together before we got married), this handy relationship has been the foundation of… Read more
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The Woven Tale Press
My short piece The Parable of the Matador and the Juggler was published this week in The Woven Tale Press (Volume II, Issue 6). You can follow the link to view this impressive magazine filled with writing, photography and artwork or you can check out the embedded version in the right sidebar of this blog. Read more
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Even Further Adventures of Joe & Skirl – Flash Fiction Friday
The small round lights above the stage provided neither warmth nor illumination. The crowd, such as it was, supplied only indifference, which was preferable to hostility but vastly inferior to the adulation Joe felt was his due. Joe saw two options:1. Plow through their performance2. Slip out the back door when nobody’s looking Skirl saw… Read more
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