I found her curled beneath a creosote bush, three miles out, where no one ever goes. Her parched lips mouthed, "I knew you'd come." I nursed her in my shelter, beneath the red stone cliff. Water first, in tiny sips, then slowly bits of food. At nightfall...
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kistinspencil
Over 90 days ago
California,
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My mind is filled with poisons hemlock cork-stopped knackered bottles snakeroot each filled with words that burn mandrake and smother and sharply bite foxglove what once was pure and live monkshood that's dying now between us ...
Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light l...
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Ya do what ya gotta do and thank the Lord for the time betweenLeather clad knuckles rap the bar. Irish Jack grabs the whisky and pours a shot. "How ya be, Bill? Good week?" "Got those bastard Darcy boys, but they're thin shit for the miles rid. Need me some tender mercy tonight. Fanny free?" "Always for ya, Bill. Li...
Rita sees them coming, moving carefully through the Friday crowd. She waits till they reach their spot, then kills the booming juke. "Clear the floor!" she commands, quelling the protests with a glare till the two are standing alone. She punches up their...
Our meeting was by chanceone like leaf falling on anothernot with planned descentbut landing by the whims of fate Unlike the transient leafslave to further flicks of windyou chose to stayengaging me We're twins in body, you and Iour lusting carnal appetit...
On weekends I used to go into townto shoot in black and white.People strolling, kids running free,dogs or cars or any funny thing.The woman with the camera. Now I just shoot ghosts alongthe plague scoured streetsand empty parking lots,lucky for a distant...
An hour each Wednesday is our time of loveafter I check the stations along the forest creek.We meet where beavers made a little pooland sweet grass covers the sloping bankcanopied by sycamores dancing in the breeze. We met by chance when I spotted herat t...
"Gimme the cash, bitch!" Rita looks up from behind the bar. "Or what? she asks calmly. "Or I cap your black ass, cunt!" he menaces, waving the gun in his hoodie pocket. Rita flicks a switch and the jukebox goes silent. "Ladies? This roach wants my money....