Monday Musings 2/2

Again, from the start.

It’s how we find the path we lost our way on once before, the path we find ourselves traveling once more. Again, from the start. Trigonis...

I dropped 30¢ and a letter on a sandwich he left at the bar, took a bite because it needed taking under the hot sun lamps –– smut on my...

Whether waved in noir or Viking blond or whiskey finished with war hammer curls or earth toned as the ground on which every step ahead...

The David Bowie mural shines brightest in the blackest stardust. In 2016, everyone had an Election Day playlist. What was yours? A wise...

Old ‘89 Crashed my lightning blue ’89 Cavelier into the 1&9 divide after the Giants won Superbowl XLII. So I wandered the Jersey City...

I’m having trouble breathing nights since the morning my America died all too silently in her sleep. The coroner said it was an excess of...

Hard rain pummels panes of glass while wet rings take residence where our drinks once bled out onto the hardwood bar while we waited for...

I watch the little red-headed Filipina collect the candles from the café tabletops and blow them out one by one. All except mine. Without...