Four hours of drinking and partying, followed by a needed hour-long reprieve and I walk out the door. The world is a bit hazy and there is a slight stumble accompanied by an added heaviness to my steps that suggests I definitely should go back upstairs to sleep it off on the couch. Disregarding logic,Continue reading “Drive”
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Picking
“Why did we get off here? At this stop in bumfuck nowhere?” Karen asked. “There’s gold up in them there hills,” Connor said staring into the hills in the distance. Barely containing his laugh using his poor excuse for a prospector’s accent, “We’re go’n find it and be rich. Yup, just you and me Cletus”Continue reading “Picking”
Day 37
Buzz starts, “It’s day 37. Everyone I’ve know has died. Everyone I’ve met. My kids, friends, family all dead. They all die, why haven’t I? How am I still alive!? Riding along on this tram I look out at everyone I should never meet. I don’t want them to die too. They sit and stand,Continue reading “Day 37”
Wake Up
“Insomnia has been my companion since I woke up. You see I woke up somewhere just like here. But, it wasn’t here, not really. There are a number of times I’ve woken up in other places. None the same. None as bad as there,” Collin said staring at his clenched hands. Father Kris interrupts, “Collin,Continue reading “Wake Up”
Patty’s Diner
Martin opens the door first door allowing Erica to exit the cold night air. She returns the favor with the second. Dressed for the Met Gala, arm in arm they approach the hostess’ stand. A young brunette too perky for 3:00 AM greets them, “Hello, and welcome to Patty’s Diner. Would you like a boothContinue reading “Patty’s Diner”
Sober? – A Poem?
Why does it feel so good? In the moment it is all worth it Just one more A hit, a line, a pill, a bump, a lick Why does it feel SO good? They say they numb you I find clarity without feeling A sense of being Beyond my mortal shell Even through days ofContinue reading “Sober? – A Poem?”
Rehab
“Hey Ma, What are we doing for dinner?” I ask head back with feet up, scrolling through my feed. No one responds, “What are you thinking Hen?” Their silence continues. Looking to Jimmy across the fake bear skin rug, his eyes were sad. He looks back to the TV. Some yuppie in a lab coatContinue reading “Rehab”
High, How are You?
A thick cloud of smoke rises from Martin’s parked Audi, as he and Erica head toward The Cheeze Kake Factory. Their eyes red and stomach’s grumbling, they walk in unison with hands clenched connecting them. “This is going to be so good,” Martin says stroking ash out of his beard. “Oooh, I wonder if theyContinue reading “High, How are You?”
Olga’s Song
Heather’s feet hit the floor, they move, rhythmically. Beats surging through her, she moves. Pure energy, the bass in her chest, peaking, surrounded by ten thousand strangers and two friends, Heather was in ecstasy. Drum and Base pumping from the speakers moved the crowd. They were a turbulent sea of bodies. Reaching to Sergey forContinue reading “Olga’s Song”
Jimmy Loves
Jimmy lands his left hook, followed by the haymaker he had been waiting for all two rounds. Glove, an imprint of knuckles, and follow thru was the combination that sent Doug the Dog’s mouthpiece and blood through the air. His mouth guard landed when he did. Coming back to the moment, seeing the ref countContinue reading “Jimmy Loves”
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