Author Archives: Writing Out Loud

Dancing With Ava

By Ann Kircher March 17, Farley’s, Potrero Hill, San Francisco It’s a sweet Irish waltz. Turning and turning I see the entire room: Potato faced woman With dyed red hair And the handsome man at a table Smiling at me … Continue reading

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Clem’s Corvette

By Unity Barry  Violet Freudlich was old, very old. Arthritis plagued her joints and the thick lenses of her glasses only partially clarified the blurry world through which she moved. But the biggest trial of her existence was Clem, the … Continue reading

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The King of Fruits

By Kunal Mukherjee      “King  of the fruits,”  that is what my mother called the mango.  “Treat him well and he will grant your wishes.”  I remembered this as I picked out two juicy, ripe specimens for dessert for a … Continue reading

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The Papaya Grove

By Kunal Mukherjee       At one end of the grounds, next to the giant swing and the lawns, was the papaya grove.  This grove of trees was planted by my father when I was about eight years old.  In the … Continue reading

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Daniel Greenberg

by Unity Barry Red faced, round bellied and very loud, Daniel Greenberg was a transported, in-your-face New Yorker. He was slightly rumpled, slightly dusty and had a proclivity for wearing plaid shirts that reeked of stale tobacco smoke.  Daniel was, … Continue reading

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The Mystery of The Muscari

by Carol Jauch The spring bulbs on my patio are up early this year, apparently fooled by the unseasonably warm weather.  Fat, pointed Darwin tulip buds are already nodding above their sturdy, blue-green whorls of foliage.  Flat, branched freesia leaves … Continue reading

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Sometimes There Are Times Like This and The Night Is Extraordinary

by Ann Kircher Walking through my neighborhood I pass Skip’s Tavern — that place where someone bought a $1million lottery ticket.  A couple dressed in feathery things, he with a mask and she with a very short skirt, pass and … Continue reading

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