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The Song Stays Sweet – A Prose Poem

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December 17, 2015
The Song Stays Sweet – A Prose Poem

  Muscle cars slink along Canal Street in their wheel skirts. Vroom, vroom. Radios on high bass shake the sidewalk passers-by. Big men wear big gold watches and smile their big gold teeth. Pushing and laughing and butting fists. Are they the murderers to be or just some mother’s little boys? Music along Royal...
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“Dirty Dishes” Done – A Short Story Collection

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October 31, 2013
“Dirty Dishes” Done – A Short Story Collection

For 25 years I’ve been writing stories about work life. Many of the story ideas were triggered by my own work experiences and some were based on stories I had heard from other workers. However, all are fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or dead, as they say, is purely coincidental. Late last...
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The Flowers of Peloponnesos – A Photo Essay

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October 11, 2013
The Flowers of Peloponnesos – A Photo Essay

On returning from Greece’s Peloponnesian Peninsula, what I will remember most vividly is the sense of antiquity and right beside that memory I will place the ageless beauty of the flowers of Peloponnesos. They grow everywhere in the craggy ruins of Mycenae or Epidavros or Mystra or Monemvasia. They even grow miraculously in the...
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The Maniot of Monemvasia – a Travel Short Story

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October 2, 2013
The Maniot of Monemvasia – a Travel Short Story

The path was steep at times and dangerous in the darkened corners of the craggy centuries-old rock steps of Mystra, so I should have been more careful as I aimlessly wended my uncertain way to the heights of Byzantine history. Looking up to one of several remarkably well preserved churches instead of down at...
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Garden in Summer – A Prose Poem

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August 4, 2013
Garden in Summer – A Prose Poem

The summer of 2013:  hot, dry and glorious. Summer and the gardens are working overtime to produce their gorgeous colours, sweet fruit and an array of vegetable delights. There are the daisies (yellow, red and shocking pink), the pansies, the rhodos (burned by the hot sun),  the dahlias, and the roses. Oh, the roses, those...
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Five Thieves in Subtraction

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March 31, 2013

This long poem was written after an incident in a Vancouver China Town cafe in the early 1970s. It was during my Simon Fraser University days and four of my fellow students had persuaded me to join them for Chinese food. I had lived in the SFU dorms my first year at SFU and...
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Bourbon Street Beat – A Short Story

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February 6, 2013
Bourbon Street Beat – A Short Story

Justin Ouverture was speed-walking along Royal Street in a hurry to get to his office at the far end of the French Quarter when his right foot hit a raised termite cap. As he inspected his slightly scraped hand, having reached down to the uneven pavement to break his fall, a group of tourists...
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Armando Overboard – A Short Story

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October 25, 2012
Armando Overboard – A Short Story

Edith stumbled on the metal stairs as she handed her plastic identity card to one of the stewards who routinely pointed a handheld electronic device at the card and glanced matter-of-factly at her picture as it materialized on the small screen. He nodded and seemed to dismiss her as he signaled to the next...
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Blood Relatives – A short story

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March 1, 2011
Blood Relatives – A short story

It was hard to know whether the old man was dead or alive. He had stopped breathing again. No doubt about that. It was the third time since I’d been rolled in beside him three days before. Our temporary digs: Room 7114, Beds 1 and 2, of the hospital’s Wing 7 East, was crowded...
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The Crushing Time in Fiji – A short story

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February 23, 2011
The Crushing Time in Fiji – A short story

Harminder crouched near a fence well away from the Parliament buildings compound where he assumed the hostages were being held. He lit a cigarette and wished he hadn’t drunk so much kava earlier in the day. Not that it had made him sleepy; he was used to the dish-watery unofficial national drink. But...
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Books

Radical Rag by Ron Verzuh Underground Times by Ron Verzuh Selling Labour Down Under by Ron Verzuh Changing Images by Ron Verzuh Feasting With Love by Ron Verzuh Tea Leaves by Ron Verzuh Remembering Salt by Ron Verzuh