Diner Cake
I love the things that come spilling in
over the booth with the coffee
and the cake at the diner.
Category: Back Room
Stuff from the attic written a while back, around the turn of the century, one of them.
The Cocktail Story
Vintage Words from the Back RoomThis little slurry was dredged from the fiery and rum-soaked memoirs of an ombudsman with an ample expense account on the medical convention tour sometime around the turn of the century. I sat outside all night in the Special Dark writing by a Bacardi Light. …
Broken Stack
I hadn’t learned about them in school yet, numbers less than Zero, but by the time I learned to count to Ten I knew that, naturally, they were there holding the rest up. Zero wasn’t doing it all by himself. Or maybe he was. He was certainly capable. Unique as …