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Writing by Bill Melton published in Dual Coast Magazine. 16 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Recipes3 cups fresh blueberries ½ cup Splenda (or sugar) 2 tablespoons cornstarch 1 teaspoon grated lemon peel 1 tablespoon lemon juice ½ teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 package (8-oz) refrigerator crescent rolls cinnamon-sugar…
FictionMy paternal grandmother had a full set of dentures. What I remember most about her teeth were the two prominent gold ones you saw every time she smiled. As curious children are…
NonfictionCan you imagine the reaction of a father, told by his pre-teen son, that he couldn’t bust a watermelon? I was that son and still remember the anger in his face when…
PoetryMother Nature I learned to love nature as a child, Watching my father lovingly till the soil, coaxing the best from plants, or gently tame wild creatures. He taught me not to…
Recipes3 tbsp. olive oil 1 cup chopped onion 1 cup chopped celery 1 cup chopped carrot 1/3 cup chopped parsley 2+ qts. chicken stock 1 lb. brown dried lentils 1 smoked ham…
NonfictionAMERICAN CEMETERY John L. Pilker Service Number 20344946 PFC 175 Infantry 29 Div. Maryland June 19, 1944 This is the story of the medal that I left hanging on his grave marker…
Sometimes my mind will wander back To those not so distant early years And recall so many things Full of work, play, happiness and tears. Sometimes when August heat is blazing And…
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cut ribs into sections of 2 ribs per section. Season lightly with salt, pepper and a little garlic powder. Line a baking pan with heavy duty Reynolds…
Ingredients: 1 package corn muffin mix, prepared--I recommend Jiffy brand. 2 large ears of fresh corn. 1 orange, zested. 2 scallions, whites and greens, finely chopped. 3 tablespoons butter honey Mix corn…
NonfictionI have taken the liberty of borrowing the title of Erskine Caldwell’s epic novel about childhood memories of tobacco growing. The tobacco cycle is a long one, lasting perhaps fourteen or fifteen…
Ah, Venice, Your towering ancient walls, Fortresses to hold in the past And stave off the modern. The sights, smells and tastes Assail the senses. Unchanged for these centuries. Stately gondolas Still…
Restless sea, Relentless in your search For the boundaries of your existence, A blue-gray line marks Where the horizon begins, For it is you who tells the sky How low it may…
Sparkling jewel of the South China Sea, A gem, surrounded by diamonds That flashes with the dancing waves. Your sultry haze Conceals for a moment Victoria Peak, standing guard Over your ancient…
Pulsating jet engines Begin to fade from memory Jaws begin to unclench Hasty pace, temporarily forgotten As a bit of the past Creeps back into conscious memory. Winding from “Under the Hill”…
He was walking by the roadside Half-filled sack in his hand Back bent and eyes averted As he searched for aluminum cans. It was a small town in South Georgia And I…
The years slip away Since his death Yet his memory Grows stronger. Sometimes There is a gentle tug At my conscience When I think in error. At other times A feeling of…