Eight to the Bar

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Balladeers

If the King's Own Swords get out of this one it might take a minor miracle. The Balladeers by Joyce Melton They came through the windows and doors, from outside, from the kitchens, from the cellars, from the rooms upstairs -- thirty or more of the Archon's men in their fiery red-and-yellow livery.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Birdsong -13- Triple Hot Sevens

"Some of that money is mine," said Nolan... Birdsong 13. Triple Hot Sevens by Joyce Melton Max Wheland cashed out at the three-card poker table, ahead by several hundred dollars. "Gotta go return some of this beer I rented," he told the girl hanging on his arm. He handed her a few chips and she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Toxic Mice

Toxic Mice Well, I hadn't seen my gay friends Griff and Danny since November so when we got together we yakked for about 5 hours and talked about everything. Then I went home and went to bed a bit early. I had a very strange dream, a science fictiony one. In it, Griff was the leader of the household... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Birdsong -12- Windshadow

"A good lawyer could get her off..." Birdsong 12. Windshadow by Joyce Melton "I could smell pot when she opened the door," said Fetch. Mutt glanced over at his partner. "You could? Now who's the hound dog?" He rubbed his mustache. He'd smelled it, too, but it had been a stale smell, hours if not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Birdsong -11- The Gorgon Saint

A gritty wind, honest slots and bargain sneakers... Birdsong 11. The Gorgon Saint by Joyce Melton Birdsong drove his own car west on the I-10 to the Ontario airport. He felt calmer without Connie along; having a partner or a witness on a job just seemed wrong. He didn't even curse when someone... Sign in to see full entry.

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Stories, poems, songs, jokes, recipes and musings by Joyce Melton. The title comes from music, the boogie-woogie style of jazz has eight beats to the bar. It's fast and intense. I'm going to try to blog daily for awhile and see if people are interested in my stuff.

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