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Monthly Archives: September 2012
the big stick
the baseball bat is a beautiful thing even stationary or leaned on waiting in the batter’s box warming but in full speed swinging it’s aerodynamic power is blazing like a phallic rod of lightning ash, maple or hickory bound the sweet spot sound devastates the … Continue reading
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excerpt from The Rockwells
“Get a medic up here!” I said into the radio and I gave them our address— “roger, out.” Anzio was making us sweat, scared shitless. A Kraut machine gun nest had the unit pinned down good. Poor Charlie was screaming and … Continue reading
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excerpt from The Rockwells
We were between hell and that hard place— It was like the fourth of July, only with hot steel and giant chunks of earth raining down on us. Then the walls of dust settled. The stench of cordite and burnt … Continue reading
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don’t forget your goggles
don’t forget your goggles a sandstorm is a-coming bandanas and surgical masks will be handy too you might wear shorts because blowing sand can feel nice on the legs but I’d protect your nipples if I were you the sun will … Continue reading
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stories in chrome
a Poncho Indian head lights up orange centering five silver streaks the waterfall of a Buick ’50 grill pours over the bumper like buck teeth bullseyes and gunsights afterburner tail lights a leaping ram, the saber jet greyhounds running with the swan set— and a bullet nose V-8 protrudes … Continue reading
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the invasion of Three Hills
the Angels are in Three Hills steel horses, Harleys, hogs they’re makin’ lots of noises like a bunch of howlin’ dogs their plates all say, ONTARIO and they got a white support van but he can’t go as fast … Continue reading
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the skunk and green nightie
she’s a blue jean cosmopolitan a sophisticatedly sober soothsayer I’m the drunk skunk long tongue the wine-soaked word player looking at the red meniscus this Nippon nose now knows she’s a sweet, full-bodied bodicus and my sensei sensitivity grows drunk as … Continue reading
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nothing stronger
nothing stronger than a nice Canadian weed like wild dandelion and thistle they break through rock, concrete, asphalt the hardest ground packed gravel fabric and sand to say, hello weeds make cracks and cracks are their homes we try to kill … Continue reading
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