Black Coffee with Jesse James

We’d hid ourselves in the sagebrush. They covered the plain like silver hills. They covered our black-garbed bodies. Jesse James, and Frank James, and me myself. We were watching the road, and we’d been watching the road for some hours four. We were waiting for the Man we meant to rob.

Limbo Philosophers

We moved up through the ward of the castle and into the keep. There was a fine and shady garden in its midst. Where men and women were arranged about, lounging on the green, with faces somber and voices quiet – sad and longing in soft cold light.

A Haltless Mind

I received a letter in the mail today from a Mr. William S. It seems he had heard of the predicament of Life I’d found myself in, and so sent me a Sonnet as consolation. Poetry often serves to calm what is a troubled soul of mine.

Watching Auroras with Wallace Stevens

We turn in the fest of a tumult… playing in stage, strutting in plays. We frett for curtain falls, we fawn for sleepy applause. Said I. All is brief.

Falstaff stole my Nikes

Certainly, adventures await us outside our doors. If we dare depart our doors. I returned home, my feet tired and slightly cut, Nike-less but somehow happier…