Category: Other Places
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Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.
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Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big… Read more.
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In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.
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The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in… Read more.
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The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are… Read more.
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A long morning yawns its mallow yellow yawn out there on the grass where the trees and the heart live,… Read more.
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The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.
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“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you’re unprofessional and have a… Read more.
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“I suppose you could say I’m a people person and… Well, to be honest, I just like to be close… Read more.
