FICTION/POETRY: A Thousand Dancing Ballerinas

Jul 21

FICTION/POETRY: A Thousand Dancing Ballerinas

The blue of the night sky. The drip, drip, drip from an ancient eaves trough. The yellow glare of cracked lights upon the worn, greedy, jumbled stones. Walls of buildings slant and slope like drunken men stumbling through drunken streets a thousand years ago. I blend in more with the streets than I do with the men. I am more rock than blood. The whole place shines,...

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Poem: “Wilde in a Train Cart”

Jul 02

Poem: “Wilde in a Train Cart”

Our man Johnny had been many a place, every city and every town, And held down almost every job a hustler can hold down. He’d gone through every state, north to south and east to west, But at this time he rode a train from Maine and certain arrest. I’m not gonna tell you what he did or exactly how he did it, Just believe you me when I tell ya a crime he did...

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Poem: “Back Seat Of A Ford”

Jun 22

Poem: “Back Seat Of A Ford”

Johnny Mark was born on the very day his daddy died. One soul in and one soul out for which his momma cried. Johnny’s dad died that night at the wrong end of a gun And no one ever came to know exactly what he had done. But he had done one thing for sure, and that’s fathered himself a child Who would grow to like his odds yey high, and his women wild. Johnny’s...

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Poem: “The Things I Say”

Jun 10

Poem: “The Things I Say”

  The things I do and the things I say, Are not to be taken in any way, That either of those things may portray, The way I actually feel on any day. Because even on a good one I just may, Without even knowing it betray or display, In the things I do and the things I say, A false truth that is faraway From my actual mood on that...

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“If I Bend My Neck To Thee”

Jun 03

“If I Bend My Neck To Thee”

  The rain came down and the smoke went up on a sticky southern eve And that night a thing happened, a thing you won’t believe And just cause I tell ya what went down way back then It don’t mean in this life or the next it will happen again. He was no shark nor a business man, just a drunk and a fool So, Johnny Mark finished his drink and his game...

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‘Self Portrait Of A Man I Do Not Know: Part IV’

Nov 08

‘Self Portrait Of A Man I Do Not Know: Part IV’

READ FIRST IF YOU HAVEN’T PART I PART II PART III Adieu, adieu, to home soil adieu, A journey for our writer did ensue, To lands unknown to his love and he, And to thoughts unthought before the flee. A turn of events did just before transpire, And family bonds were reforged in fire. It must also be noted: the misanthrope, Within our loyal subject did...

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