Category Archives: fiftyfifty
Coffee
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* Shelled with red flesh and growing of bushes in Africa, tribal warriors would chew these peculiar nuts for energy on the hunt. And then there is the signature on a fine meal. Styrofoam and plastic … Continue reading
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Shaving
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* My husband has these knives. Japanese knives. They use them for raw fish or shark or something over there. Here Jeff uses them for stone fruit, to show off. He has no idea I use … Continue reading
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Car Wash
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* The wearing of hot-pants belied the fact that the woman might have been better off in a longish, elasticated skirt. Her thighs – luminous mounds of milk jelly – glistened, dancing to the frantic scrubbing … Continue reading
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Travel
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* Where I would love to go the grass continues greener. I wonder endlessly how I could ever be so lucky. Put on this earth with a couple of feet, doing their thing, eyes wide open, … Continue reading
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Spring Water
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* “You go up to the store now and they want to charge you damned near four and five dollars for a bottle of the nonsense. For that kind of money you’d think it had run … Continue reading
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Porch
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* Soaking, Jim slid the unwieldy umbrella into the stand. Always keen on Roman battles, often dreaming about unsheathing a sword and attacking – there, on that dismal porch – he had never felt less like … Continue reading
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