Western – cereal after sex

Dispatch from Idaho: There’s a horse who stands in a field out in the country by where I live. A… Read more.

Red Toast

Red toast and tequila in a dust storm on the far reaches of some blown out city in the desolate… Read more.

Our lives all tangled in a fishing net of anxiety. And then she’s lovely to hold. Warm wife. Oblong life.… Read more.

Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.

Rural West Texas. Flat. Brown. Isolation. Lost dreams. Ragged old motels. Dirty convenience stores with the lingering scent of unruly… Read more.

There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher… Read more.

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in… Read more.

It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came… Read more.

The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are… Read more.

Inside the Camaro Saloon, Arno got caught up in an uneasy game of poker with a scroungy bunch of other… Read more.

The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.

“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.