Our Lady of the Nighttime Park
I am flying down the highway that Ralph and I used to travel, groggy with humidity and third-shift obligations, on our early ay emm returns from work. The sunroof is open, my window down, and my elbow...
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It is dark, but early yet: Only nine or thereabouts? It is misty and it would be tomb-dark save for the half-moon and I am more or less in the middle of nowhere, winding into curves and stretches of...
View Articlea Fancy Elaborate Plan, communicated in fifteen parts
I have an elaborate plan and I am not even kidding about this shit. What’s that? You say that you’re dying to take part in it? Well edge in closer, buddy, and I’ll preach a little. ELABORATE PLAN, PART...
View Articlesometimes I write real letters to real people
Doyle, It is eleven-thirty on a Sunday morning and I am sitting on the most comfortable plaid couch my ass has ever had the pleasure of attaching itself to; this couch is perpendicular to a bank of...
View Articleit would be this it would be this
I have read your words a thousand times / All inspired by smashed up love and crime // Tired Pony, ‘Dead American Writers’ ::: :: ::: :: ::: :: ::: 1) Hello. 2) It’s time again for Doo-Nanny. HELLS...
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quiet invitations
I had to go to the doctor yesterday. I have been slogging through a personal health situation for the last several years, but in the last ten weeks I’ve been getting pounded on. I need a reprieve in a...
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just your basic Doo-Nanny monkeyshines
Hey, so….it’s time once again to launch myself into the Woods of Wunder with all my Doo brethren and sistren! I thought I might send a postcard from the artist village to whomever might chance to want...
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