Posts Tagged ‘prose poem’

  • Waitress

    Waitress

    April 25th, 2017 | Americana | journalpulp | No Comments

    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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  • The Sudsbuster

    The Sudsbuster

    April 25th, 2016 | Poetry | journalpulp | 4 Comments

    He was one of the mellow, the soft-spoken, the tawny-haired — one who preferred to be alone. His name was Mark, a dishwasher at age 45. He was a drifter, a loner. He valued his freedom above all; dishwashing jobs he could always find. Our paths crossed and re-crossed at the Café Claire, where I […]

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