Come To The Cabaret, Old Chum

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.

In the morning, … Read the rest

Jerry West And The Snows Of Yesteryear [Part 2]

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ (maybe even 21+)

Part 1: https://thinkmytime.com/jerry-west-and-the-snows-of-yesteryear

The Late Innings

Now a lot of the shops and businesses were opening, and through the vast draperies of snow that reminded him of some sort of grand circus tent or bazaar full of an endless array of curtains with glittering designs from maybe Turkey or some Arab land with belly dancers bearing beautiful gleaming jewels in their … Read the rest

Jerry West And The Snows Of Yesteryear [Part 1]

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ (maybe even 21+)

 

The Snows

A Return to Charleston

There was a light snow falling when Gary Smithers got off the bus at the Greyhound station in the center of town. It was early in the morning, just after 6.00 or thereabouts, and he searched the streets for a cafe, not wanting his first coffee of the day to come from the scabrous … Read the rest

The Past

by Eric Le Roy

The Past is another country. They do things differently there.”

H.P. Hartley. The Go Between

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Content 18+ A once famous but now mostly forgotten American poet named Marianne Moore once defined poetry as “Putting real toads in imaginary gardens.” I have never heard it said better, and I think that she meant identifying and extracting something palpable from the mist of the human spirit, transferring … Read the rest

Roaring Void

Content 18+ (author in no way promotes reckless behavior of any kind) Roaring deep-water blue charger was flying on the ocean drive. Chrome-plated wheels shining like small suns, reggaeton rhyming cactus-filled wasteland, palm trees of the oasis and flow of the ocean wave.

The glory of the temporary amidst the eternal, dance of the naked monkey on the rocky stone covered with blue in the middle of nowhere, less than … Read the rest