Amarillo Bay Contents
Volume 2 Number 3
Welcome to the third issue of our second year, published on Monday, August 7, 2000. We hope you enjoy browsing through our fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry!
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by Melvin Sterne
I was sitting at the table having dinner and catching up on my reading when my ex-wife called. Of course, I didn't know it was her until I answered. I laid the book on the table and the fork on my page and picked up the phone. "Hello" I said, and she said "Hello, Melvin."
Snapshots of a Dream
by Thomas David Lisk
For Ernest Varga Bilbao, one-time teacher of the great artist Francisco Cregar, finding a willing woman in Paris was not as easy as he'd hoped. Women in the altogether were not parading the streets of Paris begging old men to make love to them free. If they had been, Bilbao would have been appalled. The putas of Toledo were no less lovely than the poulets of Paris. But imagination is a process intimate with longing, and what longing seeks is always out of reach. Maybe not always, but frequently. When Bilbao arrived in Paris, Paris was no longer out of reach.
A Penman in Public Places
by Patrick Bennett
My wife and I dined out at an IHOP recently. En route to our table, we passed a man and woman talking in a booth. She was a round faced blonde of perhaps forty with a penetrating voice, and as we walked by I heard her say, "...and as soon as I got out of jail...." Unfortunately the maitre de didn't seat us anywhere close enough to hear more. Later, however, I had to visit the Gent's Room, and as I repassed, I heard the blonde say, "...they let me visit my parents...." Back at our table, I took out an index card to make a note of these fragments. Such clues enrich my life. Nothing Shay and I said to one another that evening sounded remotely as interesting.
My Wal-Mart Salvation
by Charlie Dickinson
Until a few years ago, I could not imagine myself as a Wal-Mart shopper. Consider that for all of the money-grubbing 1980s I carried a Brooks Brothers credit card. I bolstered my self-image with their clothes. An MBA (UCLA) and a former investment analyst (national brokerage), I was a fee-only financial planner. I was about making money, not squeezing dollars.
We received few poetry submissions for this issue. While some of them were quite good, we did not feel that any of them were appropriate for publication. We welcome submissions and refer you to our Submissions page for guidelines.
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