One Sentence Poems

J.W. Goll John Barleycorn Cheap bourbon half empty on the counter, a warm icebox with Budweiser and Coke, a dozen empty wine bottles used as candle holders and vases, seven dollars on the table, a lumpy, colorless couch, my best fifteen minutes, over and over in this furnace that is America’s heart, none of which […]

J.W. Goll The Old West The gunslinger motel, no match for the blowing snow, offers three fuzzy channels, photos of Roy Rogers and Trigger, a noisy heater on its last leg, and a sense of loss, nameless in such places, a deja vu just out of reach, so I stick with Bay Watch and titillation […]