Austin
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Two out of three, it isn’t bad. I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking the long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. An old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him a bad look and walked away.I told the bartender. Give the old man what he wants. The old man smiles,… Read more
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Unwashed memories. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you; no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally, long legged Texas gal told me. I have watched you for three years. You believed you have won when the whiskey is… Read more
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The concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas. I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
