Tag Archives: Drew Attana

That Street with All the Food Carts

Thick pollen in the air, mixing with the Clorox scent of those cum trees. Walking downtown, put upon by the few days of city sun, our ankles were even thicker, jutting up from our low top Cons. Camo shorts and … Continue reading

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This is a Felony

On my mother’s side, the men worked the train lines, repairing ties and running off hoppers with their cinematic knapsacks and sloshing glass bottles of bathtub spirits. Some, like my grandfather, brought cars together, getting in close between and coupling … Continue reading

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Funky Tucks

Walking home from the parades I crunch and smash the leftover revelry beneath my feet: beads and pizza slices and strewn feathers without station, or heritage thrown to the same grasping fingers. Before the firetruck rolled through, all polished, shined … Continue reading

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