James R. Coffey
Requiem For Guitar and Voice
By James R. Coffey Izzy aimed his Strat and sent it flying. It teetered on the edge of the cradle–then rocked back into place. Staggering to the kitchen table he took a long pull from a half-empty bottle; his breath hit back like kerosene. Closing his eyes, he gasped sharply, falling into the old vinyl [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedConfession
By James R. Coffey I lost sight of her once down in Midtown. But I caught up with her again up on the fifty-second street platform. No reason to get anxious. I instantly thought of Esther M. and all her funny hats. Made her easy to keep track of in a crowd, even in Grand [...]
3Feb2010 | Editor | 8 comments | Continued