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He told her lover, cry me a river. She started to weep, when suddenly it seemed like the dam broke, and all hell broke loose. She just kept crying and crying, and it looked liked it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Now he wished he never told her to cry.
Spotted Jack Kerouac and a few of his beat friends, discussing how life could be beautiful. Thought I would and give a listen to their back and forth ideas, and believe me, it was all good. It seems the flow of their words was all encompassing, never shouting, smiles all around. When they are done,Continue reading “Short Fiction”
The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest* In 1957 the respected BBC news show Panorama announced that thanks to a very mild winter and the virtual elimination of the dreaded spaghetti weevil, Swiss farmers were enjoying a bumper spaghetti crop. It accompanied this announcement with footage of Swiss peasants pulling strands of spaghetti down from trees. Huge numbersContinue reading “The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest”