Sep 22
Super Cherry Extra This is what I have this super sexy old school gas station in the desert coldest Coca-Cola hottest hot dogs for six hundred miles in any direction usual suspects on the jukebox humming near the girlie mag section the neon is cherry and there are no bugs no snakes no puddles of …
Sep 21
Lines I struggle with the worthiness of visibility, a lifetime spent hiding from my own shadow, from the voices that only wanted to see me, not hear me. I lived under an umbrella, the rain on the inside– always a cloudy day always a chance of rain, though I remembered the idea of sunshine. I’m …
Sep 20
Blood on the Barroom Floor When it was over there was so much blood on the barroom floor it looked as if all of the pigs in the world had been slaughtered and dumped here for effect I didn’t have much worthwhile to say to the cops I was just so visibly impressed I let …
Sep 19
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MASSAGE PARLOR OPEN AT 2AM AND AN ACUPUNCTURE PLACE OPEN AT 2AM IN LAWRENCEVILLE Thank god the massage parlor doesn’t put needles in your dick but, then again, the acupuncture place doesn’t give handjobs. Dave Newman, a recent Pushcart winner for fiction, is the author of ten books, including Better Than …
Sep 18
Capsule According to the questionnaire you’re not emotionally stable enough to get bangs which makes sense considering you just had your 19th nervous breakdown. This is before the vampires bleached their teeth, before the Seaport became the Seaport and our pizza place in Haymarket closed, when the giddyup girls still dated Satan’s men and Princess …
Sep 17
Small Town Hot Summer Afternoon the warm bath of summer sun on skin the burnt tar smell of fresh squished black top children moping about outside but not playing the indoor whisper of central air conditioning the listless quiet of trees and their leaves bone white sidewalks empty with nowhere to go the “shoo-wee buddy” …
Sep 16
What If I Just Never Got Political? Until a couple days ago, I didn’t know who the hell Charlie Kirk even was. Being a white, male American of decidedly bad ass Polish stock, I have the luxury of ignoring the completely batshit crazy situations trending on the six o’clock news. Fortunately, I have an …
Sep 15
it’s Monday morning my ass is sore & I KNOW why I didn’t know then but I know now. I can’t believe it’s not butter. Gee your hair smells terrific. All I ever wanted to be was Bobby’s girl but it was never my party my prom my sock hop my goddamn cotillion. I wasn’t …
Sep 14
Civil War I stare out the window in a fog created by the war of hormones fighting for purchase in my body. The neighbors fence fell down several months ago in a bad storm, now it sits like a crooked gap between the teeth of well groomed yards. They have made no attempt to fix …
Sep 13
Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner Being here night after endless night watching the moon change phases within the dead eyes of the drinkers thinking of the loneliness of the boundless track that spins by in my head as I run from place to place ringing sales touching bottles rinsing glasses making drinks as if I …
