by Nick Tabone | Jan 25, 2021 | Poetry
I have demons. They’re like the angry mob in old Westerns. The ones that clamour outside the sheriff’s office. Their goats gottenby loose tonguesat the saloonand too muchcheap whiskey. I’ve just woken from a sleepthat would be a good dry run...
by Nick Tabone | Jan 17, 2021 | Non-fiction
Another sailing season is over. The big ships have been put to bed: their cargoes carried, their ballast out, their soft lines snugging them safe ashore, their sailors’ now home for a rest. Back in the city warm temperatures prevail. This isn’t...
by Nick Tabone | Jan 5, 2021 | Poetry
All his life he’s wished for streets like these,clear of crowds and vehicles, the downtown of his teenage dreams.Right angles, steps and rails, endless grindable seams. With patchwork pavements that make his wheels sing in different keys.On sidewalk slabs troubled by...
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