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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Little, stray bird. By John von Daler

          The little, old Russian sat on the edge of the bench in the train station in Copenhagen. Beside him to his right on the platform were two plastic bags filled with clothing and souvenirs from his stay in #Denmark.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Que Sera. By John von Daler

                    My puberty dreams played out like a version of "Moby Dick" written by a man who never had seen a whale. As I paced the slippery and wobbly deck of my subconscious, young women sailed in and out of my arms in vaguely erotic patterns. But I had no sense of what to do with them.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Dropping Off. By John von Daler

                       Years later I read #Poe. All those black cats, evil eyes, swinging pendulums and furious maelströms brought my thoughts back to my own little experience of #terror.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Merry-Go-Round. By John von Daler

              I rang the bell. There was a long silence, then footsteps, then nothing, and finally the door opened just slightly.
         "Why?" said a voice. "Why here? Why now? Why at all?" I could think of no answer but, "I have no inkling."

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

By chance. By John von Daler

                     I, too, participate in mankind's great subconcious pool of memories, dreams and angst. Like many other humans, what my reptilian brain fears the most is, well, #reptiles.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Laughing last. By John von Daler

           Being together with her you could feel that significant things were going to happen. At fifteen she possessed something that would grow more powerful for every coming year.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Speaking of the War. By John von Daler

                                "That war just had to be fought!" a young man would shout. "For many different indisputable reasons!"

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Read Me. By John von Daler

                   "Mommy, Mommy, they're calling me names!" I used to yell, not realizing at that age how much the same problem would trouble me later in life.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Salt of the Earth. By John von Daler

                        Well-intentioned doctors had made their points very clearly: cut down on the #salt or you both will die of heartattacks.  The old couple had undoubtedly heard and understood the message, but what was life without the pungeant gravies and sauces of Sunday dinner?

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Orpheus Transcendent. By John von Daler

                       Like a #cubist painting the violinist's movements seemed to stutter even as they shifted position.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

By myself. By John von Daler

                      The first part of the book was okay. He didn't think there were going to be any problems. He just told it the way it had happened.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

'Round Robin. By John von Daler

                  This blog appeared recently on a website called "Fowl Play: a bird blog".

Thursday, October 2, 2014

On the Stoop. By John von Daler

                        Through the layers of dust and dirt on the pane behind the untrimmed potted plants on the sill the #Storyteller could see there must be some sun outside.

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