Jenny Lynn

Jenny Lynn

Cold wind is building and ready. It is not understood the pent feelings that have suddenly surfaced after long and even further back and then along the slow moving world and probably before the long awaited return of a Gypsy night. She said her name was Jenny Lynn. WAIT. Let me think.It was in the south section grid just beyond the usual spot where did we usually wait … [Read more...]

The Neighborhood

Brooklyn Bridge / via Andrew Mangum http://www.flickr.com/photos/46259360@N03/8229973262/ colorized by EmptyMirror

How did I get to Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, New York? A good question. Maybe a loss of direction? I think so. At least there were different expectations for my life. Did anybody care? Did I care? Like Holden Caufield, after a semester of college, I had gone out to find myself, first in Europe, on a motorcycle, hanging out with pot smoking beatniks. It all just made me more … [Read more...]

Hear That Lonesome Whistle

Union Pacific / copyright http://foter.com/portfolio/slambo-4/

I started drinking while the Wyoming sky was pink and you could still see forever. Earlier that day I found just enough smack to keep me from being sick. It got me moving. It got me out in the sun. It was the first day of summer, the longest day of the year, my mom’s birthday. I met John for drinks at the Albany, by that time the sky became over-ripened and the stars … [Read more...]