In the city just before dawn, as the electric lights buzz and shine dark pathways for the part-time insomniac crazies; the ones innately aware of the spare benches, the steam vents and the empty ledges; they are all something or rather, caretakers free from taking care; the scribblers - a Santa Claus clone sitting alone …
From the sidewalk, T.S. Bar gave a vibrant aura. Open casement windows let out the speaker cringes of jukebox anthems, while bar chatter and laughter and shrieks of greetings mingled with the clink and crash of empty bottles into trash cans. The chalk board sign by the door read in colorful, loopy letters; ‘Jack & …
She loved him. I like to think that’s why she left me. They had known each other before me. In a time in their lives when she was ready and he was not. I came along later. After what moments of fumbling lust and displaced emotions had expired, she escaped me and waited for him. …
GOODBYE DICK His birthday gift to her, a set of full tang stainless steel kitchen knives, lay strewn about on the counter. He lay on the floor, his penis in her left hand. A peculiar thing, she thought. It can grow and squirm like such an altogether separate entity of the body. Its ability to …
The garage was converted into a living room; years before Michael sat on the sofa in there, reading the dry inky pages of a celebrity gossip rag. Grandma Jude and her boyfriend Carl, sat at the dining room table. Carl smoked Winston’s and drank from cans of Budweiser. Grandma Jude smoked slims and drank diet …
The moon was amber and big. Real big and close, seemingly a jet plane ride away, the night I put my hands around your throat. There in the middle of that bar on Capitol Avenue. It was so cold that night. You had just loosened the yellow cashmere scarf my mother had given to you …
I kept a pet-name for Kendall Falling in my mind; The Wide-Eyed Girl. Eyes that glistened and bounced around like bold, brown pinballs. Those eyes searched over the cityscape and all therein; the passing motor cars and trucks, the glass and mortar towers, the walks and don’t walks, the hosed-over early morning sidewalks, the bodies …
Two co-workers sit at a bar top and stare up toward flat screen sports highlights. An act that is repeated in millions of dim-lighted, slick-topped bars where patrons play dj and the bartenders’ feet scurry from till to tap to bottle neck. All-the-while conversations are had for no reason and every reason, smiles are wrung …
Where rests the extinct Moorestown Locomotive Company - a weeded-over and corrupt brick campus of late 19th century design, inactive since its last use as a rubber stamp factory in the early 1960’s - locals say that if you go to Morgan’s Hill just over-looking the old grounds and now defunct railway leading from the …
They don’t film movies here. This city is too ugly. Devoid of character. Caught between the Rustbelt and the bible belt, it makes for a lot of pavement. Anything filmed here would have to be during the wintertime. Immediately following a snowfall, when the snow masks the ugliness with glistening white round caps and before …
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