Monthly Archives: November 2014

guitars and drums

Something in the music caught my attention in a new way. I didn’t have to sit there and passively absorb the energies of guitars and drums. A spark caught kindling within my soul. I breathed in the expansive gloom and … Continue reading

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A dark wooden bar

A dark wooden bar faced a handful of tall tables surrounded by equally tall chairs. Silver and I took a pair of seats at one of the tables where Trevor joined us. “What can I get you?” he asked and … Continue reading

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Malinov’s Romances

Malinov’s Romances This is a fan site dedicated to my early writings, hosted by a close personal friend of mine, lost in the Asian jungles lo these past fifteen years.

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heading out

“You ready?” “I’m ready.” “So let’s go.” “Gone,” I said, reaching for the door. We made our way to the convertible and climbed in. Another night. Another bunch of songs. The roads were nearly deserted by eight o’clock but in … Continue reading

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The Q

The next step on our journey occurred a year or so later. We had taken to eating at a fusion Indian restaurant, curry and jalapenos and grew familiar with the wait staff. They hung out routinely at a bar across … Continue reading

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The Green Fairy

It was a cold winter night when the adventure first began. The crowd where I first met Silver had dispersed long before but a few of the more organized among the sordid ones had gathered together and purchased a small … Continue reading

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Walking

For many years, most of my singing was done while walking, tape player on my hip, headphone stretched over my curls. All of my life, from the first days of school, I have been a walker. Miles and miles every … Continue reading

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