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"Can not help it, I love the way you write.  It's vivid." - Mag F.
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Work in Progress ...

random poetix, short stories and long reads

... abandoned when Life intervened, and some new work!
deserving
to be read and seen ...
Works in Progress:
Weird Grace Descends
On the island of Hydra, I find Grace.  She’s hiked up with her skirt up round her waist, pulling some thorns out…She had sat upon a rose or other local form of hydra.  Deep on Hydra.

Finally find some Grace.

Ridiculous, the stress and noise of Athens!  Though it’s got a bad rap.  Grace says next to Europe, it’s a messy, ugly thing.  But I find solace in the fact that next to New York, Athens is paradise.  With happy, loving people still, whose kids don’t shoot each other.  Simple eyes and engaged smiles, souls and dirty, flirting women.

(unfinished, 2003)
Hind Forward
The last time I came over…several years ago…she was eleven.

Now she’s ripe enough, and lips are ready…

I wish I were ten.

She tells me she’s Moroccan, and I dig this of her.  French, some, too.  In fact, she tells me she was born in France, it’s “just Moroccan blood”.

A powerful attraction dunes…Like sands whipped up by long millennia of dueling desert shifts, it sifts…

It buries idylls deep within me.

(unready, 1999)

Precocious
I meet him in the Tuilleries.  Two wide eyes smiling up at me…

“Bonjour,” he winks and stares intently, juice of some sort staining grapely.  “Hello!”

I, disillusioned, sit beside him.  “Why do you speak English?  You’re a French kid, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he says, English again.  Then back,  “Et vous?” and forth again:  “One sees you are an English, non?”

“Yes, English.  Oui, I speak English.”

“Teach me?”  He is smiling grapely.  Giggling just a little, cute.

(unpublished, 2003)

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UNDERWEAR WOMAN DIGS THE SEA
These are Some Travel Stories!

Drain
Poems 1990 - '97

From the grunge-drenched peak of my flaming youth, when one word, versus 140, was more than enough ...
read some from "Drain"

Central Park
aka Half-baked Erotic Symphony

Ode to a New York that no longer exists.  Gritty still, but cleaning up and pissing me off.  In an un-"social" city before even email, "I" mattered more than it ever will now ...
read some "Central Park"
It's All About Me(dium)

Doing, Being
aka The Tour

Written in the twilit night of my youth, it's a love story shout-out to that one (name of Freedom) who got away ...
read some "Doing, Being"

The 'real' Jeff Glovsky is a writer, photographer, live sound engineer, av / presentation support specialist and a dedicated business partner, consultant and entrepreneur.  He has been called other things.  You should not believe ... not ever, no!  Completely free up Amsterdam in holy midnight sleep sex hour ...
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