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This is the first chapter, a short preview, of a project on which I’m working. Comments are welcome. Part One Chapter One I watched the morning light move over the towers of Notre Dame in Paris transforming its cold grey … Continue reading->
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July nights were quiet and balmy. The harbor was still and few boats anchored. The dozen or so cafes along the promenade always had empty tables. Unhurried waiters stopped to chat. During the slow evenings friends stopped by our table … Continue reading->
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It’s Saturday night and the joint is jumping. Everyone at the Captain’s Table is moving with the beat. Georgia Rose is a tall, pretty, blond North Country lass who’s knocking out ‘Crocodile Rock’ with enough juice to light up L.A. … Continue reading->
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The wind is out of Africa this evening. A southerly wind blowing hot and bringing fine grained sand from the Sahara. By first light the streets, parked cars, our balcony, all will be covered with a light dusting of Africa … Continue reading->
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Again the gin. ML has taken to the gin. Sad to see. Inevitable really. Happens to expats in the hot countries. It’s the drums at night, the drums, the drums, and the restless natives, the constant swarms of insects, the relentless … Continue reading->
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We’ve been trying to get back to this canal for years and to walk it’s banks, one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. I guess it’s this year or never. From The Guardian: French to say au revoir … Continue reading->
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Today I walked in the footsteps of Ulysses. We’re now on the island of Gozo, which many historians agree was in the ancient world the isle of Calypso, where Ulysses was shipwrecked while wandering in search of his home after … Continue reading->
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Just Passing Through Volume 1 James Morgan Ayres Smashwords Edition Copyright © James Morgan Ayres Published by Nomadic Press June 2011 Introduction This is a collection of writings: journeys, places, lovers and friends; a magic knife, a motorcycle … Continue reading->
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The day unfolds slowly. First light at five, bird sounds, white curtains fluttering in sea breezes. The streetlights in front blink off. By six it’s full light, the sea and sky pale gray with a hint of the blue to … Continue reading->
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We walk to the car from the airport, following the driver, a small brown wrinkled man in sandals who had been holding the sign with my name, the indigo sea visible from the palm bordered parking lot. The driver … Continue reading->
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Paul picked us up at Heathrow and slung our duffle into his trunk with muscular grace, easy to see he’s a former athlete. The first thing I noticed after clearing Heathrow and the surrounding area and getting into Teddington was … Continue reading->
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After decades of traveling around the world you would think I’d have packing down cold, and I did. Until last year when ML and I went to Strasburg on what was to be a year long project. We departed with … Continue reading->
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A Letter from Aragon (Rupert) John Cornford (1915-1936) This is a quiet sector of a quiet front. We buried Ruiz in a new pine coffin, But the shroud was too small and his washed feet stuck out. The stink of … Continue reading->
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First chapter of a current project: comments welcome. Prologue A road runs through the center of my heart. It begins near the English Channel and makes its wandering way to the Mediterranean, encompassing a good bit of my past and … Continue reading->
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Only thing more dangerous than women and whiskey is women and gin. Ruby By Morgan Ayres Sloe gin, bathtub gin, fine imported gin, it’s all the same to me and I hate the taste of all of it. Gin … Continue reading->
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Thiers, a mountain town deep in the green heart of France. THE THIN BLUE LINE By James Ayres The TGV train travels at about 200 kilometers an hour. The rolling hills south of Paris flashed by. The skies were gray … Continue reading->
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WALKABOUT IN WEREWOLF COUNTRY By James Morgan Ayres Werewolves can only be killed by silver bullets. Everyone knows that. Right? I’ve never even seen a silver bullet, let alone owned one. But once I wished I did, when menaced by … Continue reading->
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A Fine and Quiet Season By Morgan Ayres Aix en Provence is a sparkling and sophisticated city at any time of year. In summer it’s hot, sultry, intoxicating, and mobbed by tourists. In late fall and early winter Aix takes … Continue reading->
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Where the beggars raffle the banknotes And the giant is enchanting to Jack, And the lily-white Boy is a Roarer, And Jill goes down on her back. – W.H. Auden Prologue They killed the parish priest on the altar at … Continue reading->
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Welcome to the fraternity of shooters. We are a diverse group, men women and children, doctors, lawyers and some Indian Chiefs, car mechanics, homebuilders and bakers of bread, millions of folks from all walks of life. The fraternity sprawls worldwide … Continue reading->
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