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A Note From the "Man Behind the Curtain"
(Click on "Editor: Richard A. Brown" at the top right)

What innocently started as a way Rick and I could make sure we stayed connected after I moved away from Ohio... and as a "birthday present" to Rick, I offered to be the web master of a site for him.  

At that time Rick was contributing to Ted Kane's web blog, CRAPSHOOT! (a great Blog that I wish was still available). Ted joined the Naked Sunfish family on Issue 2.

Shorty after Dr John Bennett joined (Issue 5 ) and we were off and running.  Never did I think that this would go on for so long (111 issues and counting) ...  but it has, with many different and talented contributors.  

Each and every one has added to the quality and diversity of Naked Sunfish. As a family of contributors we have celebrated successes, and shared the loss of family, friends, mentors and loyal pet companions.

Rick's "birthday present" 18 years ago has turned into something much more ....  an ad-free voice for all who contribute...

Also, I want to say that as the person who puts every issue of Naked Sunfish together, that Rick and I read evey submission.. and the talent of our contributors is amazing. The stories, poems, art and reviews draw readers in ... and that is something we are proud of.

To steal a sign off from our contributor (and friend), Dr. John Bennett... Onword!

Dan Eley


The Non-Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:

Bar of Mirrors

by
Rick Brown

Scene: the bar area of an Italian restaurant on Siesta Key, Florida. The room’s windows have heavy drapes, open to let the winter sun into the restaurant. Crystal chandeliers both hang shimmering from the ceiling and set majestically on the dramatic … almost imposing … stone and Maplewood bar. Elongated, heavily framed mirrors hang seemingly on every wall big enough to accommodate their reflective beauty. Being the Holidays, festive lights accentuate the glass of the chandeliers and mirrors. Rick and Yvonne sit leisurely at one corner of the bar, idly perusing the happy hour menu while chit chatting with the bartender.

Rick – Wow! The place looks so celebratory! (To the bartender) Have you guys always had so many mirrors or are there some new ones?

Bartender – Nope. Same mirrors. Same lamps.

Yvonne – Just beautiful!

Rick – Seems like more.

Yvonne – It must seem that way because of all the Christmas lights. They add to all the reflected light.

Rick – Indeed! (Again, to the bartender) It’s like having a lovely glass of wine at VERSAILLES!!!

Bartender (with a mix of ignorance and innocence) – WHAT’S THAT?!!!

Curtain

Cast:

Rick and Yvonne – Their “Been to Paris” selves

Bartender – His “Born and Raised in Sarasota Never Been Much of Anyplace Else” self



March 3, 2003

It was in the
sunny chill of late winter
along the washed out
shores of Virginia Beach where,
after our brother's funeral,
we took a walk in silence
from the math negating
the sibling equation
with a fixed finality resembling
the half-surreal reality of
the streets that were lined
by palm trees wrapped
in plastic sleeves.

We watched the ships
leaving port for Iraq
while fighter jets roared low
as they continuously looped,
as one endless war
flowed senselessly into
another endless war
like the shrapnel our brother
still had from 'Nam.

A tangled ball of yarn
is the crazy strand
of a history
filled with a sorrow
and an emptiness,
a graceless epiphany.
So much like any death
in every family.

That evening in the parking lot
of a convenience store, I saw
a weathered hooker
abandoned in the darkness,
blankly staring at
the night's vacancy
like a renegade from
a Hopper painting.
Another spirit of our times.

Dennis Toth

http://leavesofcrass.blogspot.com/


Jimmy Mak's new book,
Daddies Shouldn't Breakdance,
is available at:
Amazon.com & CreateSpace.com

 















The Meeting

by
Morris Jackson




Networking

by
C. Mehrl Bennett


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Rick's Books, Naked Sunfish Caviar
& Best Bites,
are available at:



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Rick's book, Best Bites is available at:
Lulu.com
&
Amazon.com


 

The Non-Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:

Context

by
Rick Brown

Scene: A large seafood restaurant/supper club in Sarasota, Florida. A long L shaped bar of dark wood and marble dominates the backstage. The half-full dining area seemingly envelops the front of the stage, giving the audience a feel of inclusion in the space. The bar itself is lively and mostly crowded. Rick is seen swiftly … and determinedly … making his way stage right to stage left where the restroom doors are. Another gentleman keeps stride 5 or 6 steps behind Rick. The gentleman is obviously also on his way to relieve himself. Both Rick and the gentleman behind … exude a sense of urgency. Suddenly, the men’s room door bursts open. Two 20-something men burst out … and briskly walk towards Rick. They are laughing and chatting loudly.

20-something #1 – Remember The Jerk?

20-something #2 – The old Steve Martin flick? Yes, I do!

20-something #1 (while laughing robustly) - What the hell did he call his dog? You remember?

20-something #2 (also chuckling) - I dunno. I forget.

As the two quickly move past, Rick stops in his tracks and turns to face the young men. The gentleman behind him …. now staring intently at Rick … abruptly stops as well.

Rick (yelling back at the oblivious 20-somethings) – SHITHEAD!!!

The gentleman who had been following to the men’s room, stares at Rick curiously. He then scrunches his face, gives Rick a suspicious … then panicked stare … turns and retreats pell-mell in the opposite direction.

Curtain

Cast:

20-something #1 – his young, relieved self

20-something #2 – his young, relieved, not knowing self
n
Rick – his usual smart assed, “I gotta pee RIGHT NOW!” self


 


by
Sue Olcott


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The Butterfly Effect
by
aNna rybaT


Blog: http://www.annarybat.blogspot.com

 


Chewbaca
by

Amy McCrory

Blog:
http://amymccrory.wordpress.com/

 


 

Elva Griffith's new book,
The Analysis of H Final,
is available at:
Amazon.com



copyright notice
Issue 1 - January 2002