Jun 05
Land of Nod in the Washington Tavern Having him around, while otherwise alone in the bar, three hours past midnight, was like living my own Zendeath poem. Any minute I expected him to punch in his favorite Golden Oldies on the retro juke for mood music: “All Those People Who Died” by Jim Carroll, Talking …
Apr 25
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 …
Mar 20
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 …
