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Poetry One ~ Japan
Poetry One T S Brock We had been living in Tokyo, but we ventured to other countries 2 or 3 times a year… Money was good… In Japan, near Tokyo, every chance that chance gave us… Well… We often wandered… Continue reading
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Beautiful Monday
Chapter One Smoking cigarettes is really bad in a good way… and drinking… but maybe there are benefits… I believe Florida is a good place to die. October 20 1969 Jack, the old writer, can be seen clacking away on… Continue reading
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Melodic Poetry from the Out Post
Imagine music and the history of our existence are inseparable. Have you ever seen a “Sky Saw” click ? My guess is that is lightning… Sometimes a walk along the beach gives you comfort Take care… and care for others… Continue reading
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The Shack
The Shack Living in the shack wasn’t as bad as all that. We had indoor plumbing. And the hole went down to infinity as far as I know. We were illuminated by a microwave oven hooked up to solar panels.… Continue reading
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Humbird Essays
Prelude: Poetry and Lyrics Memory, Reflection, Imagination, Biographs, and other Expressions… Lyrics and Poetry: Lost Companions ~ Prelude Where do lyrics and poetry meet? They are the same in the medium of message. Poets and musicians suggest language can change… Continue reading
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John Wayne’s Horses
Waynes horses ran away and returned to the place from whence they were captured There were cultures living on the lands you call ari zona long before the movies believe it or not animals know where their homes are and… Continue reading
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Short (short) Stories
This genre may be considered a short-short story or if you prefer, a “vignette” in the elegant, distant, surreal French tradition. Here, It’s a fictional post (versus an essay, poem, partial novel, or diatribe). It’s meant to be enjoyed, like… Continue reading
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Bee and Jo
“Upon the Rubble of Life begins more rubble.” T.S. Brock Bee was a recycler from Seoul, South Korea. In the West, he would be equivalent to the scavenger of aluminum cans and the like, but here in the wild, wild… Continue reading
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The Jackhammer
Land of the Morning Calm The jackhammer began its insane choppy drone at eight am on Sunday morning. What a relief. On Saturday, it was seven am. Now coffee. Now tolerance. And this is the ‘Land of the Morning Calm’.… Continue reading
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The Gambling Den
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment. That’s Hunter S. Thompson. He may well have been a gambler and for all I know he may well have stayed in this very… Continue reading
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