Category Archives: lotus eaters

about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

chocolate

After the slender honeymoon glazed by the high tiny moon overlooking the lazy blue Caribbean tides she flew back to the clacking bottling plant opened a new box of cherry creams and got sticky dreamy again.

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Auto Car Wash

In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading

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tin ceiling

In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was built one fitted stone at a time on the limestone base of … Continue reading

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