Tagged nostalgia

Six Shooter Blues

Abe Lincoln just came back and started taking selfies. Meanwhile, the hipster army turned every bar into a museum with names like “Where are all the honest men?” Witches were flying matchsticks ‘round the minimum wage, daily pay crowd, flaunting faces like goblins and legs of steel. The cowboys paid no mind and were riding…

Nothing You Could Have Done

It really did feel like coming home. Not just the idea of it, but the feel. It was the heat as I left the cool airport air-conditioning. It was the smell of eucalyptus wafting down to me as I made my way to the taxi rank, my bag heavy with useless, winter clothes. It was the lilt in…

Coarse and Close

in the bus with the same pattern in carpet on every seat a pale woman with long fingernails and closing eyes   we are jostled to the beach   sun caking our legs and foreheads marching on asphalt, on wood, on sand that burns me   in pictures I am a slightly yellowy pale little body…