River of Whiskey by Catfish McDaris
A curse hung in my ear, I got the bottle, poured myself a drink, lit a cigarette It didn’t make sense, some lady wanted to play, to know something about my business…
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Writing by Catfish McDaris published in Dual Coast Magazine. 5 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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A curse hung in my ear, I got the bottle, poured myself a drink, lit a cigarette It didn’t make sense, some lady wanted to play, to know something about my business…
He was suppose to play sax in the band, nothing fortified him to be an infantry platoon leader Nothing prepared him for the freezing temperatures of a Korean winter He was no…
Hiking, wearing my brother’s hand me downs, in the Guadalupe Mountains along the Pecos River, thinking of the one that got away Dreaming of cigarette factory workers on a street in Seville…
The ghosts flew down from the clouds above the quiet Rust Belt City Dust devils dance with scurrying rats behind the rusty locked doors Alarm clocks of progress ring but no one…
She’s got the jiggle in her dynamo wiggle An eight ball monkey on her back trying to eat up her mind While the guitars wept Howling Wolf, Leadbelly and the Mississippi blues…