Monthly Archives: March 2015

Flowers of Malinov

My “best of” collection of short stories is free today on Amazon. http://amzn.com/B008AMKRS0

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Song of Songs – an update

I have finished the first prose draft of my new novel, Song of Songs. Now the editing process begins. I’m giving myself two months to whip the prose into shape, but we’ll see how that goes. It should be ready … Continue reading

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brittle lines of poetic descriptions

I sat down, lazily lifting the nearly empty mixture of gin and melting ice, lifting it to my dry lips for a last wet swig. I flipped through the list of songs, the pages and pages of professional singers, rendered … Continue reading

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the damnedest of jesters

A fool’s play, played a thousand times per minutes across the suburb, people indulging their innate need to rub their sensitive fleshes together, to serve little purpose but to relieve their built-up lusts, excitements leaving them bereft of attraction, See … Continue reading

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another deep swig of fierce alcohol

The details they gave were sparse, twisted from them reluctantly, a scenario, it seemed, had been repeated in various forms over the duration of their strange, forced marriage. But the import of this incident deserves more than the three sentence, … Continue reading

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essentially prudes, modest, overly shy

Eating bar-b-que’d iguana, I’ll be one tough act to follow. It always seemed strange when such overtly asexual people told graphic tales of very sexual encounters, incidents clearly exaggerated to portray a life style, the need to describe inappropriately being … Continue reading

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peering out at the craven chaos

We lived a wild life, so full of joys, so many friends, parties all the time strolling the streets, challenging reality, obeying no rules but the thrill of survival between the lines, midnight to six when the freaks are out, … Continue reading

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