Author Archives: doug

the parking lot knows my name   tie dyed mommies in tight blue jeans sunsets and off shore winds. welcome back to paradise yellow bikini girl Roni Size late nights means 9pm. the parking lot knows my name with rocks … Continue reading →

in the anonymous grande being   in the anonymous grande being in the dawn waves  in the empty line ups in the silent corners while she undresses in the four foot barrels and clean in the still sanctuary heaven buddha … Continue reading →

live differently for the New York Times.   jungle roads dusty dreams. cowboys and waves girls and one night stands.   the kid at the bodega with a black eye, the barrels and cut backs. the water; the silence.   … Continue reading →