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Tequila Sunrise
‘/’ The sun rose over the desert red and orange through the half empty bottle of Jose Cuervo. As she lay sleeping the cold light sparkled like stars in her earring. I eased my self off the flat bed of her Ford and put on my pants. My pack was resting against the wheel of Read more
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Life is a Beach
When I walk on a beach, I like to walk in the foam left by the receding waves. The waves roll in with a cadence of muffled drums. Each receding wave pulls a shroud of foam over the polished sand. Finally, they abdicate their long rule of the ocean at the edge of unyielding land. Read more
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So It Goes
It was my first time flying business class. The trim flight attendant escorted me to my aisle seat, and I settled in. Sitting by the window was a tall man. He had a mass of dark curly hair that fell down to his collar. His thin face was embellished with a moustache. His eyes were Read more
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Life In A Glass
The resounding crack of a sledge hammer striking a post is my earliestrecollection of working in my grandfather’s vineyard. Each spring every post in the vineyard needed to be re-set after the frost heaves of winter. Grandpa William’s farm was in Middlesex, NY, just east of Canandaigua Lake, one of the eleven Finger Lakes of Read more
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The Urn
His Brother-In-Law didn’t offer to help me, so I lugged the box in from the road as he drove away. I opened the door like a crab and shouldered into the kitchen. I put the urn on the table, then pulled out the left-over cold cuts, pigs-in-a-blanket, a Tupperware full of Italian sausage in red Read more
East Hill Views 