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Sober Nights in Drunk City

Whiskey fiends prowl slick streets and howl at the moon for one more hit of the good stuff. The gutters overflow with rivers of cheap rye spilled from cheap plastic glasses, and the wind whistles through orchestras of empty beer … Continue reading

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Bus Stop Near Willows Beach

From somewhere comes music: A trombone played well unlike all other trombones that I’ve heard. Music from one of the manors with the trees in the yards and old stone walls ringing the kingdoms of dentists and doctors Mercedes chariots … Continue reading

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Crashes

A sign at an intersection: MISSING: One Wedding Ring Large, Tungsten Last Seen at the May 14th Car Crash at This intersection *** He wasn’t a good husband. He wasn’t good in bed. He wasn’t ever home on time. He … Continue reading

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Where You’re From 

There is a definition that clings to you, placed there by the place that you come from; those first cigarettes that you smoked behind your small town’s gas station, those first kisses in backseats behind your old middle school, beers … Continue reading

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Bones in Alberta

If I was to uproot all the soil around Calgary I would find: All my old empty liquor bottles my snubbed out cigarettes receipts from ten thousand bad bar nights old love notes to loves long gone, and a couple … Continue reading

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Ashes

She is sweeping up the ashes of the bridges that I have burned down. I stand there and watch, then fall to my knees, and grab handfuls of cinders, and say: “Did I do all of this? Is this all … Continue reading

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Kind of Blue

She played me nine bars of Miles Davis’ “So What” over the phone. My whole body froze up as the switches for my blood flow were snapped to the off position. It was a sound from beyond, my old self … Continue reading

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