Archive for July, 2009

Dangerous Disguises

You look so young, you look so bright, you’ve just got to stay with me… this afternoon.
Cool air blows down between the gleaming buildings on seventeenth street as the thick angry sea colored sky parts as if before Moses and reveals the lances of light that I so love.  It’s between buses and the smell [...]

Standing at the Gates of the West

Start early.  Beat the storms.
It was half awake on energy drinks and a music mix of Lonesome Crowded West and Idle Will Kill and six in the morning in a red Toyota pickup, headed into the mountains.  Past Buena Vista, and long windy roads, pressed gravel (gray and rough as it lay atop the roadbed).  [...]

On The Conduct of Gentlemen

“Good morrow, sir.  How does the day find you?”
“Ahem, yes quite… wait, what?  Oh…”  The old man looks around as he wriggles his thick, reddish gray mustache, holding his pipe between his two fingers and lets out a gruff breath, puffing out his reddened cheeks and looking down from his stoop.
“I say, young man, what [...]

On Being Plastic

The sarge, dirt stained face, screamed at us as to take the hill, smacking each of our helmets with the butt of his gun and yelling “Get up that goddamn hill!”.  The dirt flew in my face as I began to waddle into position, legs affixed firmly to my standing platform as he waved his [...]

Roadtrippin

The wind was howling banshee through the broken silos and rotting timbers, the rusted quonsets and the dried up lake beds of a farm that had long since passed from bustling and verdant, to silence.  The hands of man beat down in a few scant years of their absence.  The worn handles of a wheelbarrow, [...]