Author: Andrew Thomas

Eddie, You know why people do the Twist? Because it’s what they do when they see an Alien. The end of Mankind, Andrew? Yeah. What can a dollar buy? A song? Wanna go see a movie? I wanna walk down by the colleges. Do you wann walk to the The Backs? Maybe we will see…

There was a dollar bill tucked in his pocket. A scribbled note that read Love. He had a moment to talk with his new friends. And a dollar bill tucked in his pocket from the change from the tip cup. And his name was Never Again. He was black listed and the clubs were owned…

Listen. Eddie, what is the diameter of a circle? And why? It has to do with a door and the moon and things. I think? Yes, it does. And Toyota Celicas. Which is more important? Toyota Celicas, easily. What do you think is the most important thing in the world, Eddie? My birthday. What should…

Kid Courageous. All these they were safe when I closed the book. Safe within their pages, so I could remember their names. Yesterday and today and tomorrow was always known, always the same. And my mother kept giving me books on kids running away… junior, PG Sallingers. In Chemistry Class I knew a girl for…

A little Mosh Pit….

By Gosh. By Gee. By Whiz. And the Cambridge Women dispense Pez candys. Only on the Fourth of July as they sit circling the yard. I strictly believe in the belief that we are all human and all of us are humane, or so I once thought in my upper-class neighborhood as a child. And…

Like a virgin snow on a painted landscape. Two rocks set side by side beneath the cloak of white. A boat cabin down the hill, down the path to the lake. Walmart slacks, and all the endless compromises. Down the stream, down the hill among the kittens along the stream with the young girls. I…

Don’t get me wrong in my life I am not someone suffering on PTSD in poverty. It is true. I have lost considerable vision in my left eye from diabetes from a stroke in my left eye from my PTSD. We tried to control it. I have a benign cyst on the left side of…

Have you evar? Followed a line that ended right about there? Right about noon. Slept on an air mattress with a cat. And loved the kindness of the world. Have you woke up confused or screaming? Even my cat sleeps across the room at times. Wondered why? Have you followed the dreams of someone else.…

My old man was a saint.No — really — an actual saint.And his name was never said. I fought hard for him,and I was his only pay. How do you know if the words shine,or if they’re just a waste of spit,an embarrassment. My old man was a…in everything I had to say,and his lies…

A midget race car. A slide guitar. A day walking to downtown. The Younger Gang or was it the Daltons. Kansas in the afternoon. And later on with evening cool a football game. I walked down the oak staircase as any other staircase. I had been known by these. Frost, Steinberg, Sandburg. And the greatest…

I always used to say that I believed in God, I just wondered if He believed in me. Eddie passed away in 1988. He was my best friend in Elementary school. He was my tutor. At night he and I wander through the Mansions of God’s Heaven in my dreams. I miss him. I live…

the ocean welcomed me to California. Welcomed me home. In the Heartland the ocean reminded me. And it stayed in my heart. Down the street if I could remember. One thing is true I will never forget. And the roar of the ocean waves. The smell of salt in the air. Here I was alive.…

What is the definition of a man… someone who might reach out and trip someone walking past.

I lived good. At times I spent my week at Clearwater, or cruising Daytona. And then I’d find myself at Snowmas at the Summer Arts Festival at a play of Rosencrantz and Gildenstern. There was a resturaunt there where the bartenders performed magic. I adored magic as a kid. I had magic kits and messed…

The CIA once trained a bugged cat to monitor targets to eaves drop. On the first test at a park the cat was hit by a bus as it was crossing the street. Do you know why they call them Wize Guys…. cause when you are out at the jersey pier at night you say……

(An attempt at Prose) Billy is the term the Mob uses for a son that talks too much at school. Billy. Or Bill. Or Mr. Bill.

and the heart beats. The tea. The tea? The tea is sweat. And he says, Mack the knife. The turntable. This is a child remembering. Or is it. And the heartbeats. I was a child and she was a child. What? You slipped away somewhere. I was thinking in French. Can I come back and…

Silence is a spring of water falling down upon the dew. Silence is a morning laughter shared with no one. Parthicus falls upon the past rises slowly and smiles O yes he says, I knew him once upon the last of time. Imagine how it falls like silver it falls like silver