Rage
She felt the rage return when she threw her brother’s brittle ashes. There was no release, no...
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Author: Paul Talbot
Clematis and Chrysanthemums
Clematis and chrysanthemums, asters and larkspur. Looking out at her mother’s garden, they drew...
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The Story From Another Century
The story from another century lived on despite all odds. The people it had been passed down to,...
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She Drifted
She drifted through a downpour of slipshod thoughts and cauterized conversations with herself, the...
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It Was All Too Clear
It was all too clear what was happening. Money for California’s highway repairs was being spent...
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Some Roads
Some roads were broken and patched, some parched and white from sun. Holiday ribbons of empty...
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Just East Of Yermo
Just east of Yermo, where the night crew tarred up quilts of cracks on the interstate, traffic...
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Now And Then
Now and then they passed a building or what passed for a building. None were close enough to the...
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He Settled Into The Shotgun Seat
He settled into the shotgun seat, turned to the warm window and stared out into the passing scene....
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There Was No Panic
There was no panic, no pinpricks of urgency and nothing to dislodge the way they felt about...
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Then They Lit Out
Then they lit out from the place on Kanan Dume Road, winding through the gauzy canyons up to the...
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