talking to myself

You’re not sure what you want are you? Say one thing and do another. Good thing Christ was nailed to the cross. Otherwise, you’d be screwed my friend, he said as he smoked a cigarette, sucked it down to the filter, stomped it out. Is it some kind of a game to you? Just going […]

Outnumbered

Noises came from the back of the bus throughout the night. Cell phones, laptops and voices all mixed together as the old Greyhound made it’s way down the two lane highways of the Midwest; cutting through fog and black skies, temperatures dropping, red taillights playing follow the leader, cigarette butts bouncing on pavement. He was […]

The Alley

He looks out a window from his rented room; the street below has no traffic; the bells of St. Patrick’s have yet to ring. This gray day offers no hope. Two cats hissing at each other in the alley as bums walk by collecting garbage from big blue dumpsters with rust on the hinges; the […]

Amen

He’d gone up to the mountains a few times; in search of peace and maybe in search of himself. Packed his truck with bottles of booze; some whiskey, cans of beer placed in a cooler. He planned on watching the sun go down with a drink in his hand and his green eyes peering out […]

Looking For Peace

The old man got tired of trying. Every time he got up the gumption to do something it would just fall through. He made plans; always making plans. Wanted to go to Idaho or Northern California. Maybe Washington state or just hang out in Utah for awhile; didn’t matter, he’d be silent no matter where […]

’bout that time

The wind whipped ’round Highway 41 last night ’til the early mornin’ hours. There were snow walls built up on the sides of the road….big yellow plows with the state’s emblem on the doors pourin’ salt as they swiftly moved north and south past towns like Morocco…Lake Village…Schneider…small towns with volunteer fire departments and maybe […]

Just One More day

They’d go for these walks out in the woods…long walks through pine needles…old dead leaves…weeds comin’ up to their thighs…treaded over memories from when they were kids and they used to play out there in the deep forest…far away from everything…couldn’t hear momma callin’ em…nor the traffic goin’ up and down the stretch of highway […]