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• OUTSIDE BAR

  By elbrookman on June 12, 2016 • ( 1 )

  

  OUTSIDE BAR   Humid night in June Under an ascending crescent moon. Fingers twisting her matted hair behind one ear Pulling it all to one side Leaving a shoulder bare.   Her beauty is crescent And I, drinking my beer… Read More ›

• Cool Hand Trump: “I Can Eat Fifty Eggs.”

  By elbrookman on April 3, 2016 • ( 3 )

  

         In the opening scene of the 1967 movie Cool Hand Luke, Paul Newman’s character is seen cutting the heads off a small town’s parking meters, destroying two long rows of bureaucratic parking slot machines with no payout. It… Read More ›

• The Last Thing To Go

  By elbrookman on January 18, 2016 • ( 3 )

  

  Where kisses go that’s been kissed, All kisses ever kissed? A list of things pressed to my lips, Foreheads, cheeks, inner thighs, Bourbon or the sweeter sister rye. There must be an immortal trace Of kissing, Like judgement for my… Read More ›

• The Night of Temptation Eyes

  By elbrookman on February 8, 2015 • ( 0 )

  

       My teenage hormones were out of control. Every day I saw my brother Larry come and go in his new, mean-green AMC Javelin. A 343 cubic –inch, four-barrel V8, 280 horsepower machine that went from zero-to-sixty in less than… Read More ›

• DANGEROUS PALEFACE

  By elbrookman on February 5, 2015 • ( 3 )

  

     Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey.    There is an establishment… Read More ›

• Noir in a Small, Southern, Florida Town

  By elbrookman on January 31, 2015 • ( 2 )

  

      How could I have known this night would lead to my hyoid twitching from the cold blade of a barber’s razor, and butchery amid the smell of Bolt Barbers Bay Rum?      What takes place on a Friday night… Read More ›

• White Bucks

  By elbrookman on January 30, 2015 • ( 3 )

  

  I take my seat at the bar in the only upscale restaurant located in the historic district of this small, southern town to have my dinner. When I leave, I will be handcuffed by the local police because of Pat… Read More ›

• A Year Ago, Merry Citrus, ….Glad To Be Back In Annapolis.

  By elbrookman on December 17, 2014 • ( 0 )

  

       If you shake a snow globe, all the white flakes fall to the bottom. If America was inside a snow globe, the flakes fall to Florida. After shaking my life and downsizing to what would fit in my Santa… Read More ›

• Confirming “Friend Requests” on Facebook

  By elbrookman on December 4, 2014 • ( 6 )

  

  Sometimes I hit “confirm friend request” on Facebook and accept invitations from people whose names I don’t know…..Maybe I should be more careful…. I meet and run across a lot of people and some who just enjoy reading me…..but others… Read More ›

• When Love Becomes Still-Life

  By elbrookman on November 18, 2014 • ( 3 )

  

  painting by Seana Monaghan Gallagher When Love Becomes Still-Life     Nothing is louder than a heart unforgiven, Screaming in the afternoon Among an oil colored room of flowers and drapes While loneliness distills sunlight into a white paste. Without… Read More ›