by Nick Tabone | Jan 25, 2021 | Poetry
I have demons. They’re like the angry mob in old Westerns. The ones that clamour outside the sheriff’s office. Their goats gottenby loose tonguesat the saloonand too muchcheap whiskey. I’ve just woken from a sleepthat would be a good dry run...
by Nick Tabone | Jan 5, 2021 | Poetry
All his life he’s wished for streets like these,clear of crowds and vehicles, the downtown of his teenage dreams.Right angles, steps, rails, and endless grindable seams. With patchwork pavements that make his wheels sing in different keys.On sidewalk slabs troubled by...
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