He’d sit there and wait for the phone to ring…a call from anybody…old friends…ex-wives…family members he hadn’t talked to in months…years… In the middle of the night he pulled out his phone book…started with the A’s…left messages…,Just callin’ to say hi…,he said…,Just checkin’ in…,hang up the phone and wait…still…after hours…no-one returned his calls… They were […]
The two had split up long ago…right after high school…she went off to college and he traveled the country going from one town to the next…they’d talk every once in awhile…old stories and remember when…then they lost touch…he became more distant with her…with everybody…no one heard from him…it was like he just vanished…became a ghost… […]
They heard noises…train blowin’ through town…an alley cat screechin’…a john and a whore conductin’ business underneath an opened window on a hot Summer night…trucks passin’ by…far-off distant sounds of police cars racin’ to the scene of a crime… He sat up in bed smokin’ a cigarette while her naked body lay next to him…there was […]
I sit in this room…humid old dusty place…wondering what my next move is… Opened windows let air into a rented nightmare…dreams are interrupted by cars whizzing by and trains and trucks putting on brakes… It is so hot…I lay naked on soaked sheets…pillow is a sponge…I wipe my forehead…from left to right…it is all water… […]
are you there… yeah…I’m here… can you hear me… yes…I hear you…you’re coming through loud and clear… testing…1…2…3…testing…123…do you copy… I said yes…I copy…no need to get all professional…Roger this…Roger that…I hear you… you can never be too sure… of what… whether you’re being heard or not…some folks go their whole lives not being heard…just […]
Every morning you could hear him down the hall…grinding beans for coffee…running water…coughing from a cigarette…and moving back and forth…pacing on the linoleum….talking to himself…carrying on full conversations…always about some woman…some woman who’d left him years ago… He’d talk about her husband…how they’d carried on this affair for a long time without his knowledge…he was […]
She’d tell these stories…whoppers…big old flat out lies bout herself…said she was connected to some kind of Southern aristocracy…folks long ago owned pieces of land in Georgia…Alabama…a few hundred acres in Mississippi…told tales of white girls in lace bein’ escorted by young men in flannel suits with colorful handkerchiefs tucked away in their upper pocket…straw […]
