Anyway

driving around texarkana area tonight. wandering. thinking. funny how the new happens, old memories still return. north jefferson. in the highbeams, telephone poles look like crucifixes. fields of them. three sixteen. gethsemane. sheol. texarkana. sugarhill road. old beech street haunts, youth groupers lived there. parents successful. edge of town, suburbs. sanderson lane. saw stars. cassiopeia. …

Waylaid

Five years on this gods-forsaken rock. FIVE. They sent me here for a year-long tour to research the local culture, some “earnest measure” to evaluate the consequences of first contact. My early reports weren’t too favorable, so when the inter-solar economy went soft, the axe came down and my manager got shitcanned for poor performance. …

Squint

Find myself gravitating to stasis. Baseline. Flatline. Same old. Same grind, same rut, same accidental friends. Like a gaggle of bar flies you see at the same dive every night. Talking about being and going and wanting and living, but never really doing it. Just surviving on the stories of strangers. Shit, maybe that’s just …