The Columbus Chronicles, episode 4 We can still smoke in the bar a relief for the reprobates Pretty soon the pine smell is obliterated and a blue haze floats just above our heads We've become animated, my barfly friends and me outside the sun creeps down the west side of the street and brightens … Continue reading Who even knows the mystery?
This is the third piece in the series "The Columbus Chronicles" The guy on my left a couple of stools away smells like aftershave, the strong and cheap kind that comes in a pickle bucket. He apparently bathes in it. Not as bad as what I imagine the little guy on his left smells … Continue reading The mystery continues
The Columbus Chronicles, Pt. 2 The bar reeks of pine cleaner and cigarettes, a smell that puts off all but the most dedicated drinkers fluorescent lights are dull blue grey and look remarkably like a hospital waiting room It could be a waiting room, I guess A waiting to die room The bar feels sticky … Continue reading The mystery, part 2
The Columbus Chronicles At 6 am I watch them, the men, one woman They stand on the sidewalk in front of the alcove and they don't talk much but their bowed heads and their shuffling feet, cigarettes puffed quickly, speak to not who they are but what they are They are thirsty They are anticipating … Continue reading Touch the mystery