A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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Walking out onto my back veranda I slowly dropped into my old rocking chair. I place the cold beers carefully on the table before I purposely fill my pipe. The sun was going down after another hot day in the high nineties; the air was still, not a murmur of a breeze, a clear sky would mean another hot sticky night. You can’t help but look at the landscape laid out in front of me. You have the back drop of the mountains in the distance, the peaks shining from the almost setting sun. Following my eye line down from the mountains you cross a large space of green given away to a mature forest of mixed trees. In front of the wood was a bridge crossing a river which flowed into a large lake on my right. With all the birds, butterflies andwildlife around, you were never short of…