Mike Herndon has frequented, and been occasionally kicked out of many of the finest taverns and beer halls of Berlin, Brussels, Frankfurt, Munich, and, so he’s told, Mallorca. Now living in Mobile, Alabama, he has resolved to explore more of his own country and to be kicked out of fewer taverns. His fiction has been published in Aura, among other venues.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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