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Tight Shorts brings you contemporary flash fiction from promising new writers. In this installment, E.G. Swarthout recounts a chance encounter with an intriguing English spinster in exotic Morocco.
Nancy Edelman returns with the third in a series of South Beach Plays, celebrating the exotic human fauna of South Miami Beach. Following in the nanoplay tradition, Ms. Edelman's playful offering, Einstein on the Beach Towel, invites the question, "What the heck happened before the curtain opened?" Her other South Beach Plays, Seaweed and How Do You Know You're Happy?, premiered in earlier editions of Ravings.
While the American press searches for damning statements in the President's 2003 State of the Union adress, freelance writer John Markovich finds compelling evidence for the end of Civilization. Like, lighten up, dude, you're bumming us out!
This is my Cuba. The Cuba of a first-generation American whose experience of the island is mediated by faded photographs and oral histories. It’s Cuba distorted by Hollywood’s lens, then brought into sharp focus by the music of Ernesto Lecuona. It’s the Cuba of the diaspora in Miami and New York; the I Love Lucy Cuba; the Cuba of newsreels showing Fidel waving his arms emphatically as he delivers one of his infamous five-hour harangues. If we visited the island together, you wouldn’t know her from my descriptions. But I think I would recognize her, ambling along, bearing the marks of the violence that one idea can do to another.
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