Monthly Archives: November 2011

Solidarity vs. Rejection: An Improv Exercise??

Solidarity                                Rejection Stand for                                  Stand against Stand in                                    Stand between Stand up                                   Stand over Stand along                              Stand away Stand with                                Stand down

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An excerpt from “Conversation Under Duress,” in “Adel’s Journal and Other Stories”

He turns his chair away from his desk and now watches the door of his room.  It  opens slowly.  In walks a pudgy woman in her early 20’s wearing baggy blue jeans and a grey sweatshirt, her shoulder-length curly dark … Continue reading

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“Jury Selection,” a poem ..

Hushed anxiety murmurs in trembling chorus/ The stunned assemblage of potential jurors/ Fearful lest their lives be arrested for three months The clattering of lawyer notebooks closed, turned over, opened once again to ruminate/ Studying the consultant’s quaint codes of … Continue reading

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“To the Wooded Way,” a poem …

To the wooded way I walk alone/In search of a nearer bark/To the forest I am/To the deep green I seek/The knowledge of what is. And I kneel to limb of soft repose/In hope of a kind response/To the branches … Continue reading

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Why write about a wedding?

  What takes almost a year to plan, a tremendous amount of patience, a small army of contractors and other participants — caterer, innkeeper, florist, DJ, guitarist, violinist, car service, banker, printer, computer wizard, glazier, rabbi, manager, lighting director, guests, … Continue reading

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“The Ultimate Escape” — Flash Fiction of Peonage

Clayton kept his eyes closed and breathed evenly until sure that the other migrant farm workers in his filthy bunkroom slept.  When he heard their cacophony of snores, he slipped quietly out into the moonless night and looked about quickly to … Continue reading

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