Dear Lola, I found Saul. We’re in Philadelphia and you’re an idiot. He said that he has been calling you and you never pick up your phone. He has traveled half way across the country looking for you. I don’t understand why you asked me to find him. If his messages sounded so distressing … Continue reading Dear Lola
Serial Novel: Runnaway
Chapter 20
Dear Saul, I hope this gets to you. I spent my last couple dollars of this months pay check to over-night it because I know you don’t stay in one place for very long. Me and Haley are doing okay. We are where in Cleveland, we arrived two weeks ago. We’re staying at a … Continue reading Chapter 20
Chapter 19
The 12th street blues In the morning we’ll be so hungry That we’ll eat these words But tonight we’re going to sing In the morning we’ll forget the music But tonight is the night we dance Tomorrow they will forget us But tonight our art will live For we are vagabond poets We … Continue reading Chapter 19
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I met him sitting in the Honolulu airport yesterday. He was noticeably overdressed for the weather making him look quite odd wearing a suit jacket in 90* weather. Though other than that he seemed to be a normal mainland American. I politely asked if I could sit next to him, seeing as how it was … Continue reading 18
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She lay there abandoned. Lost, Alone. Roaming the streets of the city at night. Where her blood dripped She called home. Staining where She stripped Bare bone. Dancing the night away To a bare tone: The beats of lust. The melody of need. Shadows frolic where they must, Not for greed. Tomorrow … Continue reading 17
Lucky # 13
It was a tumultuous season of joy and pain; of a soul on ice and a soul on fire. You have to understand that the summer was a perfect storm. It was a global warming induced environmental manic period-the likes of which Colorado had never seen. It began with the largest blizzard in recorded history … Continue reading Lucky # 13
Chapter 12
12th Street and main was the capital of chill. It was the seventh layer of lost souls. The holy land for people seeking their own personal grail. I’ve been told that those who live there are bohemians, dandies, bobos, beatniks and hippies but I don’t really know what those things are. The only thing I … Continue reading Chapter 12
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I found Saul speaking in tongues to a crack addict in a back alley in Philly. Barely recognized him. He had grown, or more accurately neglected to shave, a long dreadlocked, dirt filled beard. His eyes where blood-shot like a coke head on a Friday night. He was hunched over a fire on the … Continue reading Chapter 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1
Chapter 10
I met Saul on a trolley in San Francisco. He was with some girl named Lola who was a handful. They were drunk without alcohol with their crazy love. They were cuddling and joking loudly and blissfully unaware of all the Asian tourist eagerly snapping photos of the young lovers. Saul was dressed like new … Continue reading Chapter 10
Chapter Nine
Fear can hold you prisoner And Hope can set you free So pray for me As I runway Following whispers on the wind sweet syllables in my mind: Runway son runaway Somewhere, there is a space for me; a place for me, to die. Death coming gently, singing softly to my soul: Runaway son … Continue reading Chapter Nine
The Well Examined Life 