Monthly Archives: May 2012

Lost In Seattle

Posted on May 18, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

If you have enjoyed reading some of the work posted on this blog you may be interested in reading my novel. A nice guy, fifty-three years old, gets downsized—out of work 3 years. Willie Brenner loses everything white middle class … Continue reading →

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Lost In Seattle – Chapter 1

Posted on May 18, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

LOST IN SEATTLE A Novel By Bruce Louis Dodson This novel is entirely a work of fiction. None of the characters, scenes and situations portrayed are based on real people, but were created by the imagination of the author. Any … Continue reading →

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Postcard From Amsterdam

Posted on May 16, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

Postcard from Amsterdam Red Light district Mental jailbreak from the puritanic laws made by the bourgeoisie Unending hordes of back-packed youth Throng happily along the tree lined sun-warmed summer’s Narrow streets along a maze of glittering canals Reflecting dappled ripples … Continue reading →

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Amsterdaming – Red Light District – Day 1

Posted on May 14, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

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Amsterdaming – Red Light District – Day 2

Posted on May 9, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

I wake up early, 7:30. There’s a pile driver outside, in the canal in front of my hotel. The noise is loud enough to shake the fillings from your teeth. I throw some clothes on, grab my backpack, camera and … Continue reading →

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Amsterdaming – Red Light District – Day 3

Posted on May 4, 2012 by Bruce Louis Dodson

I’m walking past the Old Kerk on this sunny afternoon and hear strange music . . . nice. A drifting, fog-soft, different sort of sound than any instrument I’ve heard before. There’s a young woman sitting on the bricks cross-legged … Continue reading →

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