Frivolity #3
Maybe the wind would never let up, maybe it would keep slicing through the log walls of their cabin forever. None of the clay chinking they layered in worked with a damn.
Frivolity #2
Nobody wanted the party to stop and it didn’t. It couldn’t. Astonishing forces fed the festivities. You couldn’t even feel the first vague hints of it winding down.
Frivolity #1
Got the shu mai, got the eye in the sky and the pumpkin pie. That’s what he sang, walking with newfound optimism past the pawn shops toward Fremont Street.
Outside Copeland, Idaho
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Too Fast
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When She Awoke
When she awoke, gauzy and warm, she tried not to disengage from her dreams. It would hurt to leave behind the place she had been. The people there had once meant so much to her. She may even have been in love with one of them. So Sarah rolled over, hoping to glide...
Only The Grifters Knew
First came the Mormons, then the railroad and then the grifters. Because they saw what others couldn’t, the grifters were both the most cursed and blessed. What the grifters saw and quickly built were stair steps, never leading up but always leading down. They were...
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Ivanpah Lake
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The Late Checkout
The late checkout was bestowed only after prolonged debate, granted by a disdainful desk clerk who took undisguised delight in exercising his benevolence. In another age, before Pope Pius V shut the racket down, the clerk would have made a fine archbishop selling...
Across The Freeway
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They Both Lost Interest
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Requiem For Radio
I found her in Paris I lost her in Rome She always knew best How to light the way home. She always gave back Much more promise than fear Then the tubes all burnt out And there was nothing to hear. You think of her fondly All the lessons she taught All the truths she...
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The Highway Call
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