“Some versions of myself are gone forever.”
Requiem
Author: J. Bowyer
The Red Eye Blues
In my youth, I lived for a time in a place called Langtry. Back when I worked the railroad. On my days off I’d go down to the river that snaked past the town. You could throw a rock clear across it to Mexico. On the American side, you could see the name José scratched… Continue reading The Red Eye Blues
Broadway
The bar smelt of old wood and the tables tipped as people walked by them. Drinks spilt. Bay windows looked out across the street towards a shuttered pharmacy with a facade of peeling paint. Locals came and went through the evening hours, stray bulbs in the covered porch guiding them in and out of the… Continue reading Broadway
A Journey
“… it is perhaps there that I find myself happiest. Traveling through layers of the past and present.”