The Driver Named Abraham

It was at a Starbucks on Melrose Ave, in West Hollywood, that I met Abraham.  He’d moved from Jordan to Ann Arbor, Michigan in 1990; and then out to Los Angeles only five years ago.  Since then he’s been working nights at a gas station from 10 p.m. until 6 the next morning. This week …

Welcome Home

A change in style ought to explain the hiatus. But it is New Years Eve. - It was some kind of Christmas.  2012 a hell of a year. I can see the beast majestic in the old desert storm and I look upon my own hands, remembering how I stood on the hilltop awaiting the …

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