Tag: Alan Catlin

3 poems by Alan Catlin

getting lucky they were a tag team mother & daughter lounge act cruising out of town low life’s conventioneers sad sack losers & their friends hoping to hook up for the night wedding rings safely tucked inside electric shaving kits they thought Once inside the motel room getting lucky would mean fortunate to leave town …

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2 poems by Alan Catlin

Put Your Lights On when you need me, her main man had said, a hot spot burned into her bed where they had lain, covers pulled back, just the two of them spent & lazy, all their dead banished to the desert, even after moon rise, even after their shadows could be seen as desolation …

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