She did porn as if it were an exercise, a personal training experience, Lilias, Yoga and You, contortions and contusions, fast times for speedy ladies, skin popping where the wounds wouldn’t show, colored contacts and dark glasses, all outdoor shoots, emotionally drained but proud to be a hard working girl, always on call, even bent, [...]
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She did porn by Alan Catlin
Posted in Alan Catlin, tagged poetry on April 12, 2010 | 1 Comment »
It was just another winter by Alan Catlin
Posted in Alan Catlin, tagged Alan Catlin, poetry on November 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
It was just another winter of Bob Dylan and death, nineteen sixty whatever and the kid who sat next to me in Medieval History had jumped off the Hotel Utica after mid-term failing grades had gone out and no one would sit in that seat as if I too might go over the edge or that [...]
Used Cars by Alan Catlin
Posted in Alan Catlin on July 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We used cars the way Bonnie & Clyde used banks. We left them everywhere in ruins cracked windshields bald tires holes rusted through floors you could see through. The local heat said they could always tell which used cars were ours as they always smelled of blood Ginseng tea and rosehips. Sooner or later [...]
