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Published Short Stories

“A Chat With The Publisher 1996″ Rediscovered…

Just came across this buried on my hard drive. Had forgotten entirely I ever did this interview. It was meant to be published in the fourth issue of my watersports magazine The Surfwriter’s Quarterly back in the summer of 1996. … Continue reading

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Schematic of all Things – All Things Being Equal?

Originally posted on An Artist's Journey, The Julian Day:
This poem came to me a few days after 9/11. It was originally part of a short story called “Love Among the Anthrax.” It’s now part of Ticket to Ride.…

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She’s Immune – Her Best Sarah Mclachlan…

Immune   smiling eyes pouring together with a voice that drips like sweet maple   her best sarah mclachlan knows distress but the first three lines diminish the difference, and when one is within their gaze and song sweet fawns … Continue reading

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Coy, Honeyed Mistress (Makes Me Long for Shakespearean Love & Language)

Coy, Honeyed Mistress (Makes Me Long for Shakespearean Love & Language) by Philip Scott Wikel     Likely, were you not yet betrothed, twixt with you would I seek engagement and bathe thee with a thousand charms, admirations, and salutations. … Continue reading

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Sketches of Spain in Spring – Sevilla

Sketches of Spain, Spring by Philip Scott Wikel I. I caught a bus in front of the pensione and headed into the fields and orchards of southern Spain and three days without sleep. The sky was grey and I’ve always … Continue reading

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Shiny Boxes – A Love Poem by Philip Scott Wikel

Shiny Boxes by Philip Scott Wikel   If we could but place afternoons like these in shiny boxes   God damn the bittersweet give me the lotus and let me dream   damn the cold and how it creeps and … Continue reading

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Easter Sunday – 15 Oxford Road, Goshen, NY sat on an acre of springtime green…

Easter Sunday – 15 Oxford Road sat on an acre of springtime green… by Philip Scott Wikel The house that surrounded them at lunchtime was an extension of Olivia and Morgan’s inner life. 15 Oxford Road sat on an acre … Continue reading

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One Second Saviour

One Second Saviour by Philip Scott Wikel   don’s liquor store, a homeless woman kisses my hand my heart swells and i’m a one second saviour   her husband bows as if in reverent prayer i gave him 3 dollars … Continue reading

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The Jungle (rewind) – Ventura, California’s “Hobo Jungle”

  Intro to The Jungle: My best explanation for this piece is that Ventura, California has it’s own version of Steinbeck’s Cannery Row just to the north of town. The Jungle by philip scott wikel On the ragged, sandy, and … Continue reading

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Dylan Knows the Truth

by philip scott wikel After church on Sunday I decided to surprise my son with a trip to some tidepools up around Carpinteria. I was a little wary of telling him where we were going because I had agreed with … Continue reading

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