Posts from the ‘Americana’ Category
As a bartender, the latest wave of environmental misinformation and exaggeration struck particularly close to home. I’m referring, of course, to the environmental push to outlaw plastic straws in bars, with, additionally, the threat of steep fines. Have you ever heard of “noble cause corruption”? It’s when you’re so convinced that your argument is on […]
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She works in a diner called the Desert Rose which sits along the northwestern edge of Colorado, near the Utah border. It’s a small and undistinguished affair, worn and weathered but always brightly lit and burning like a little beacon in that high American desert. Triangles of cherry pie sit bleeding in the pie case, […]
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I My father laid-out flat on the mortician’s slab Looks purple and peaceless. He’s buried To the chin in starchy sheets. A small frown Is stitched into the middle of his brow, And his eyeballs are contoured roundly on each Eyelid. The floor crunches under our restless feet, As if the ground is eating, as […]
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(c)Ray Harvey 2011