pictures…

she’d send him these photographs through the mail…colored pictures of her in various poses…some with her hair up…and others with her long brown hair down to her shoulders…she never smiled… and he’d look at these photos all night long as he lay in bed…thinkin’ back to when they were together as man and wife…’fore they […]

funny pages…

never answer your phone…,he said…,got that caller i.d. ….see whose callin’ ya…know it’s me…,he banged louder on her door…,open up now…ya hear…gonna stand out here till you see me…see what you’ve done to me…I’m some kinda wreck…,the old man continued…he lit up a Camel… go away…,she yelled in her squeaky voice…,you’re weird…just some weird old […]

for this we are thankful…

he didn’t know what he wanted…too many choices…the menu shone in a yellow light with the Pepsi emblem in the middle…flies flew ’round it while eggs fried on the griddle… kept lookin’ at the menu…the black lettering…words like…GARBAGE PLATE…SLIDERS WITH OR WITHOUT CHEESE…BREAKFAST SPECIAL…coffee for a buck… and there were all these different types of […]

all within a night…

he’d lay awake in bed every night…tossin’ and turnin’…sheets balled up…blankets stretched out on the floor…like a tornado hit…some kinda wild dance with legs movin’ all over the place while sweat poured out of his forehead into a pillow case makin’ it soak and wet with white salt stains linin’ out circles…thoughts kept him awake… […]

talked of adventures…

they’d talk till all hours of the night…he held onto her every word…listening like it would be her last… and she liked that someone would listen to her…ex-husband didn’t…nor did former lovers…she did as she was told…never questioned… he offered something new…intellectual stimulation…they’d talk about books…jazz…old movies…art…he’d tell her ’bout trips to Spain…and nights in […]

communion…

she’d set-up shots early on her shift…Irish Mist all ’round…downed in an instant by waitresses…a newspaper man…crazy Dave…and a midget from the neighborhood named, Pete…all of ’em drinkin’ to the Sun risin’ another day…and their souls bein’ saved at the crack of noon… the bells rang out twelve times as they licked their lips and […]

pop’s ghost…

saw him last night in my room….just standin’ there with a Pepsi in his hand…lookin’ out the window down the street which was lined by a hazy blue light…casting shadows…casting shadows… he didn’t say a word…just like old times…never talked much…took a seat in the old Lazy-boy recliner and just rocked back and forth…back and […]