The Ajijic Plaza At Dusk By Jeremy Monroe Something has changed. The air is suddenly still. Children’s screams of joy are dialed down. I look up from the pages of my book. The shadows fade with the light as the sun descends below the western mountains, perhaps below the distant sea. Yet there remains some natural
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The Big Top By Jeremy Monroe “She’s all hot air,” they say. “It’s a circus,” comes the reply. “Hot air head to foot, front to back, top to bottom, side to side. She’s just hot air and that’s for sure,” they say. She knows, and she still goes on. What else can she
A Chill In The Air By Jeremy Monroe Leaves scratch along the sidewalk in front of the café; some, gold, some brown, still cling to the trees in the parkway. Inside, a couple sits at a table. She wears jeans and a long sleeved Tee shirt, the kind you get when you sign
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