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Dwang!

“How did you hear about us? Who sent you” she said. “When I woke this morning I said to the universe I’m ready for the next phase of this amazing journey and the universe responded as she often does through facebook where a friend told me you were looking for...

Dwang!

“How did you hear about us? Who sent you” she said. “When I woke this morning I said to the universe I’m ready for the next phase of this amazing journey and the universe responded as she often does through facebook where a friend told me you were looking for...

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Icarus

Deep into the story, between layers of incitement and excitement below the strident calls to adventure and soft invitations to romance, the centre is shifting its weight and changing its balance. The throne is broken and the kingdom a wreck and the old stories are...

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Take 24

Driving to a location one morning Claire had to talk me down. She had a calming influence on me. When we got there the village had been torched and our hero was kicking the shit out of the Cubans. There was a man spread-eagled on the ground and our hero was kicking...

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Kippie

Kippie My heroes were Bird and Trane. I had a vintage Conn tenor with a Selmer embouchure. I struggled with scales and arpeggios but was a firm believer if you hung out with great musicians somehow their talent would rub off on you. One night in Diagonal Street with...

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Pork Pie Hat

We came up from the subway On the music midnight makes To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone In taxi horns and brakes Joni Mitchell - Goodbye Pork Pie Hat...

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Prisoner’s Choice

The girl disappears and Roger leans over to Emily “This is strange. This is déjà vu. I have this recurring dream about recurring waitresses..” “Its just a coincidence” The drinks arrive. They drink in silence. The piano player plays ‘In a Sentimental Mood’. “Now what...

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Yarrow

My first marriage evaporated in a purple haze. Her name was Yarrow and she was beautiful. We met at a riot on Telegraph Avenue. We shacked up for a while and when I got a deportation notice we got married by the Berkeley Free Church in Dodie’s garden. We had a...

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Bambina

Bambina He awoke to find Bambina’s side of the bed empty. He hoped she was making tea but it was too quiet. The only sounds were the wood pigeons and the cicadas tuning up their electrical whine. The morning air was dense with scents of frangipani and jasmine riding...

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