She’s sat here for a hundred years, here, at this bar. Before it was even built, before the old jukebox was even installed, she was here winking at Johns, and Jims, and asking their story. Asking them to buy her a round. Since before time began, she’s been here. Many men have known her love,Continue reading “A Prayer for the Old, Mendicant Wretch”
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you and your poodle
from the fine wire-rimmed glasses to your royal blue overcoat your preening and spoiled dog that has an attitude to go with its stylist from your mouth held tight as the grasp of your waxy fingers upon your clasp to the way your eyes look down your nose and straight ahead all at once inContinue reading “you and your poodle”
man of ages
the man, old fellow is he past the prime of health and zeal shoulders heavy with memories pulling himself hand over hand through the day life has been long, losses many pains severe he doesn’t ask much all he wants is a moment of your attention and, of course the last word
