Matinée by John Abbott
The girl lifts her skirt To the boy from Biology Who wouldn’t touch the scalpel But now grips her flanks with nails That should’ve been cut She’s on his lap, back to…
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Writing by John Abbott published in Dual Coast Magazine. 4 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Art’s Bar by John Abbott
One of the only Workingmans’ bars in town Situated near the GM Plant; They catered to the men Who worked the line Kept the food simple The jukebox stacked With blue collar…
On What Felt Like the End of Winter by John Abbott
Dead limbs dirty snow a quarter moon left out too long breath sharp with sawdust, fills every step can’t remember every angle branch or leaf if only this rush of light offered…
The Midway by John Abbott
There’d been a rumor All summer that they Would close down the midway By the lake Everyone in town knew It was seedy, no place To bring your kids For a night…