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Ed Weston and I stopped off at the Brass Bucket after our session at the Tarzana Actors Workshop. It was our Thursday night routine. After two hours slogging through exercises and scenes you need a beer or two to wind down. That was our excuse, anyway.
I hadn’t always wanted to be a priest. From early childhood my desire was to be a doctor. I wanted to be just like my father and to have the power he had. That was before my father was murdered.
It started a few years back. There was no idea and no plan. Just text messages sent to each other about the things we noticed on our morning walks. In the early hours there are more birds out than humans, so the subject matter took fight on its own. Little notes became brief narratives. Nothing too serious or hifalutin. Almost poems, but not quite. Pomes.
Another collection of pomes sent back and forth between Varjak! and Varjak! Not a word in this volume of pomes was produced via Artificial Insemination. It was written by a naked man and woman who slapped flesh and danced with joy all the way through and afterwards sang songs and traded silly jokes with the machines.
Flash fiction: A sleep-deprived narrator struggles with an uncomfortable mattress, leading to restless nights. Meanwhile, a friend discovers a bamboo memory foam topper that transforms his sleep and relationship with a lively partner. Inspired by this change, the narrator embarks on a quest for comfort, highlighting the profound impact of restful sleep.
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