Articles by David Pratt
TEN YEARS GONE
by David Pratt “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga February snow piles up, Arctic winds howl down, Settle in the bone. Outside the kitchen window A peacock’s call stalls in the frozen […]
Cheating Karma
by David Pratt Your bones tire an old soul’s tire. Done hung around far too long, Far too many lives. After millenia One gets weary of the cycle. Still something always pulls you back Into the dance for another whirl, A memory of the real, the touch of […]
Nothing is Something Else
by David Pratt Darby had their number. The bastards. They weren’t going to get away with it this time. He ratcheted down South Main dragging his bum leg, digging himself in the shop windows bent against the wind in a coat too thin and the ass of his pants all […]
Escaping Uganda
by David Pratt Until recently I sold cars for a living. I wasn’t very good at it. I don’t possess the right mercenary spirit, cutthroat ambition and proper lack of ethics to take full advantage of people. I have principles. I am all about honesty and equity, and my empathy usually lies […]
Nodding Out on Old Cape Cod
By David Pratt “I awoke from The Sickness at the age of forty-five, calm, and sane, and in reasonably good health except for a weakened liver and the look of borrowed flesh common to all who survive The Sickness.” – William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch “When I was doing drugs, […]
Disrobing the Sheep
Or: Recession, Oppression and The Third Law of Motion “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” – Sir Isaac Newton Aside from Newtonian physics being pretty much obliterated by Einstein and Hawkins and nano-physics and quantum physics and string theory and particle wave theory and multiverses and […]
The First Day of Lent
The knock on the door was like, what the fuck is that. An early March morning, almost Spring but still a dusting of snow on the ground, the last thing you want to see is a couple of cops coming up to bang on your door. Especially with the […]
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