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Alberto Puerto Vallarta
My son Conor, who is seventeen, is intrigued by systems. In an earlier draft of this story, I wrote, “My stepson Conor is passionate about the interconnectedness of the myriad parts composing complex...
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The Tuner
My daughter Alexandra, who is fourteen, recently announced she is launching a movie company, Windsor Montoya Productions, and would like me to work for her. She has already hired her mother Elisha,...
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The Movie Biz
My fourteen-year-old daughter Alexandra has launched a movie company, Windsor Montoya Productions, and I have agreed to work for her as an idea person, writer, actor, and caterer’s assistant. Elisha,...
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Dream of You
Hello dear readers, I’m pleased to announce the birth of my new album Dream of You, featuring nine of my original songs for guitar, piano, and voice. One of these tunes was written forty-eight years...
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Orange Juice and Beads
Where in the world: Carmeline Creek, a town on the far north coast of California, population not quite a thousand Where in Carmeline Creek: Mona’s, the one and only bakery/café in town When: Yesterday...
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Guitar Case
When and Where: This morning in Mona’s, the one and only bakery/café in Carmeline Creek, a small town on the far north coast of California What: I, Paul Windsor, fiftyish, bespectacled, shared my...
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Coney Island Dream
dear Todd, I had a very pleasant dream this morning. You’d written a short play in which a bunch of guys crammed into a cab and were driven to Coney Island (from someplace else in the 5 boroughs)....
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cloud song
who made that blue so deeply blue? who made those clouds go sailing by? who wrote that music in the sky? maybe she who made the blue knew our eyes could hear her too
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Election
The evidence against them was overwhelming. We explained their crimes in simple terms. Our facts were unassailable. We exposed their villainy to the bright light of day on hundreds of community radio...
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Meet the Musicians
Mrs. Musician, Irish through and through, her short silvery gray hair adorned with a just-picked pink rose, espies Mr. Musician at the far end of their bountiful garden—a quarter acre of vegetables,...
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Mean Mister Leo
Leo had become, as it were, the telephone through which the humans spoke to one another. He was a large, lazy cat with yellow eyes and a dull gray coat. Save for a few funny tumbles as a kitten, Leo...
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Release
They are fly fishing in the Applegate River together, standing in waist-deep water, facing downstream, their lines parallel in the fast-moving flow. Fred has fished for steelhead in this river for...
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The Angel
On an early morning in August, Derek drives to the beach at the mouth of Big River for the very low tide. He wades across the wide shallow river to the sandbar and crosses the vast expanse of sand to...
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The Brick Wall
An avowed atheist, James is sixty-seven and has lived in Seattle for fifty years. A fastidious dresser and vain of his appearance, James bristles whenever he hears the words spiritual, astrology,...
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The Dream Interpreter
Leona Mozart, forty-nine, wearing a baggy gray dress and clunky brown shoes, her long brown hair gathered and compressed into a tight bun, her face masked by large black-framed glasses, the lenses...
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What Are Dreams?
On a rainy morning in November, Alberto Puerto Vallarta, Paul Windsor, and Herschel Steinberg share a table in Mona’s, the one and only bakery/café in Carmeline Creek, a small town on the far north...
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Alexandra’s Dream
A few days before Christmas, Alexandra Windsor, a lovely young woman about to turn seventeen, comes to visit Herschel Steinberg in his old white house at the end of Climbing Rose Lane in Carmeline...
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That’s All Right, I’m Okay
Author’s Note: I wrote the short story That’s All Right, I’m Okay in 1980 when I was thirty-one and performing my stories and songs in cafés and small theatres. The title is a takeoff on the book I’m...
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We Might Be Friends
Volume of Greenstreet photo by Todd Paul Windsor, late fifties, bespectacled, his longish gray hair turning white, is sitting at his customary corner table in Mona’s, the one and only bakery/café in...
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Going Out Into The World
Going Out Into the World: a screenplay for a short movie The film begins with a slow fade to a close-up of a foggy mirror transected by runaway drops of water. Now we see Margot’s blurred form behind...
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