Tag: Myrtle Beach
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Winter Fever
The sky: cold, flatGray as concrete.Below it: the freezing beach, Near hard as ice, The winter ocean, Sleeping deeply. Sky of snow cloudsHanging low, Frozen raindrops, Ice crystals, Geometric miracles, […]
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The Glitter of Her Laughter
I was still wearing the clothes I had slept in, and couldn’t remember the night before. My head was on backwards. I was starving for something sweet to eat, and […]
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Ignition
Whenever a girl got into my car, any chance of my paying undivided attention to the highway disappeared. With a girl beside me, so that I felt her, all the […]
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Larger Than the Land
Headed for Surfside in the wet cold morning, we took Highway 17, a ribbon of asphalt from New York to Miami. Going fishing, we were on the road. Possibilities multiplied. […]
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Plumage and Perfume
Somewhere in the genetic code for human male behavior, there is a whole spiral staircase of double helix information related to uniforms. The desire of human males, of a given […]
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Boulevard of Greedy Dreams
Child labor laws did not apply in my hometown. The young, and very young, turned out to hustle the summer crowd—just as in the country, all the kids labored on […]
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Barrel of Grunts
We started playing poker in the eighth grade. All things to do with vice and the cravings of adulthood were scattered in the school yard verbally, in a carnival town, […]
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Stealing With Both Eyes
We started playing poker in the private chambers of a legendary woman, Fatima Franklin. Fatima was a former belly dancer from Baghdad, Iraq, imported and naturalized by marriage to an […]
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The Forever Beach
Myrtle Beach was always magical, a carnival town, now billboard cluttered, strip-mall-crowded, neon-glowing, the so called “Redneck Riviera”. My hometown. People say, “Boy, you must have seen some changes in […]