Truckin' January 2009, Vol. 8, Issue 1: Happy New Year!

It’s a New Year and with it a score of New Chances to (b)reach the 25th-a-month deadline for the monthly Truckin’ e-zine issue, for each and every one of us. I actually have a New Year Resolution about Trucin’ which is to write more, and let more spills run that way.

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Welcome back to the first issue of 2009. It’s hard to believe that Truckin’ began in 2002 and we’ve come a long way since then. This issue features five stories which includes the debut of Andrew Moxon. The always venerable Joe Speaker returns with a zesty piece titled The Orchard. Sean Donahue is back after a short absence and David Peterson makes a splash in his second consecutive issue. And of course, I share a tale that has been told many times before involving Las Vegas working girls.

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The Mollification the Foul Temptresses by
The hookers at the Rio were a combination of famished vultures and parched vampires ready to pick apart any carcass. Any john. Any drunk. Anybody in their path. They were evil personified….

The Orchard by
I reach for her hand, probing, touching it delicately. We don’t form a fist when we come together, nothing like the taut intertwine of fingers you see lovers form, those Gordian knots, unwieldy like a stone fortress. Our fingers hang off each other’s loosely, three of mine, two of hers, vice-versa, and they dangle. Spider webs in the wind. Tenuous connection…

Hector by David Peterson
I remember clearly when the cops came and took Hector’s mom away. He seemed rather nonplussed by the whole thing as we stood on the curb watching a bedraggled and wild-eyed woman being escorted from her home in cut-off jeans, a loose-fitting white tank top and handcuffs…

Flight #22 to Denial by
Her eyes were black as the night. Her black hair cascaded near her high cheekbones and tanned complexion. Her body wasn’t made for sin but for pleasure, and the glasses she wore on her head framed her face perfectly. The only thing that didn’t make sense was that it was raining over her head…

Running it Twice by
There are, however, certain points of opportunity. Soft places in time, when the cockpit door comes open and we second-timers can take over. That’s when things can change. Sometimes, every so often, we walk through that door and start flipping the switches…

2 thoughts on “Truckin' January 2009, Vol. 8, Issue 1: Happy New Year!”

  1. Thanks!
    I had two planned for Nov/Dec but time ran short just ahead of x-mas. I guess the otitis was just my body’s way of telling me to lie the fuck down.

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