Getta Loada them Coconuts!
Consider this your first assignment, should you choose to accept it: The more coconuts we get the better. Put yours in our cyber container by telling us something about Perigee you love, hate, or to which you are completely indifferent. (The latter is bound to bore us.)
Please don't attack a particular poem, story, or piece of artwork we've published. That kind of thing just isn't productive. If you want to compliment a particular work from Perigee, that's fine.
Alternately, write 1,000 words about a vacation nightmare in Key West, FL. Have it involve a cigar salesman with a twelve inch beard, happy hour, and a broken guitar string. Then submit it to Perigee so we may consider publishing it.
R J Woerheide
Editor in Chief
posted by Robert Woerheide at 10:25 PM
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In response to the Key West challenge:
Ah!
Key West
The farthest Key
Land of beautiful sunsets.
Home to Hemingway and Buffett and a thousand other romantics
who search for the perfect vacation getaway.
But ours was not to be.
And WHY?
WHY? I ask you.
Under what broken star were we born
That crossed our destiny that night?
The air was warm with promise
as I took the well-worn Martin from its velvet lined case.
Many magical nights were etched into its mahogany patina -
nights of thunderous love
with crashes of waves in the background
as I stroked the last notes of Malaguena,
and laid the guitar down -
And this was to be the Night of Nights.
But that damned G string!
Of all the nights Universal
why must it pick this one to break?
Happy Hour had been more than that -
a genial transition from the day’s excitement
to a warm glow of early evening.
We drank Rum Runners and laughed like children.
Perhaps the short walk to the beach should have been a portent
.
The old cigar vendor with the twelve-inch beard
was too easily dismissed.
He smelled of Cuban tobacco, old cedar and dark rum.
The high cackle should have drawn more serious attention,
but were too hurried to listen to his words.
“You will lose more than a G string tonight!”
We thought he was being suggestive and rude.
But as I took longer than usual
to attempt a replacement for the broken guitar string
the mood was broken - the magic drained away.
and your husband had time to find us.
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