the sweetest thing

downtownstanding on the cornercigarette in my hand a man shuffles by, walking with a limphe chuckles and grinslooking straight ahead ...

there’s a paving rig on the freeway just back of my house.the windows rattle to the dull bass note pounded ...

it’s only mid-may and the summergunfire has already begun. ten shotsin rapid succession. most likelythe emptying of a full magazine(nine-millimeter ...