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Yesterday's Kiss: Love's Prose and Cons

by John Cory; co-published with Performing Books

163 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0464; ISBN 1-55369-651-4; US$20.00, C$25.95, EUR16.90, £11.70

A collection of short stories and prose about the magic and mayhem of love, Yesterday's Kiss is for true believers and the battered and bruised by this thing called love. Yesterday's Kiss is all about midnight afternoons and the neon dreams of unspoken hope.

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About the Book It is so hard to define or describe. But everyone knows it when it happens, or when it ends. Love is like chasing milkweed blossoms across a meadow as the summer breeze swirls and powers the dancing cottonseed just out of reach. But still we chase it. Reaching for the fleeting magic of nature. Running across the meadow grass, stumbling and tripping, scratching ourselves on stinging thistle, and unceremoniously landing splat -- in the middle of a cow pie. Maybe love is as simple as sharing poppy seed muffins and coffee in the morning. A smile passed across the table, along with the huckleberry jam, because last night was really something. And maybe not. The thing about love is that it also feels so bad and hurts so good. A roller coaster out of control is not nearly as frightening, nor as fun -- so we stand in line waiting for our turn. It's like watching magic, the sleight of hand and the waving wand, only to be thrilled and amazed when flames turn into white doves and tigers poof away into thin air. Such a thin line between illusion and delusion. Truth be told, finding love is in the capturing of whispers and cupping moonbeams in your palm. It's all about magic. And the key to all magic is believing, and watching, and waiting. Always waiting. Waiting for the magic to begin again.

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About the Author I have been a drifter as much by choice as chance I am all that I own, except for a pocketful of lint-coverd hopes, a battered box of moonbeams, and the bitter-sweet taste of yesterday's kiss.

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