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Steve Dimeo Down to Earth Steve Dimeo A month after Lettie's February funeral, I woke up groggy from another bad night and padded into the living room of our...
Catching My Death A Short Story by Steve Dimeo 3,200 words 800 N.E. Third Ave. Hillsboro, OR 97124-2321 (503) 640-1375 Dimeo7821@hotmail.com Catchin...
"My Special Angel"
True Romance
Passages My Special. g el By Steve Dimeo W orried because of my weight loss and severe depression after my first wife of ten years left me early in 19...
Forest Nude W e bought her two years ago because she went with the three-tiered waterfall we added to the north side of our back yard in front of the stand o...
I Am Salmon I was salmon, you, a too-well-done petite filet mignon, I, a dry martini up, you, a sweet Manhattan–and not so many years ago, it seems, though t...
A Distant London Wind Late that night in London When we neared the end Of embered loves, We wandered hand in hand Past a skeletal vendor Roasting fresh ches...
The Sea Lion (For Richard Brautigan) A friend says you stopped for an hour To consider its black hulk-- A dead sea lion washed up on Bolinas Bay As if no...
The Bill Collector Steven Dimeo After a week-long vacation alone at the beach trying to sort things out, Norman Majors came home to his apartment to find t...
"Fantasy Figures"
Descant
20 DESCANT (Texas Christian University), Vol. 27 (Fa1l-Winter 1982-83) Steven Dimeo WINNER OF the $100 1983 FRANK O'CONNOR AWARD Fantasy...