Sunday Light and Word – One Final Bow






Sept 21st Big





An old guy struggled to make something out of those thin balloons hired clowns use to corrupt our youth. ┬áHe hadn’t shaved for the party. Sipped out of a tall can of Schlitz. Less than a year after that, he’d be gone. Someone I never knew, but encountered briefly as a guest at the house of someone else I hardly knew. But I see that concentrated effort to have fun, for the kids sake, often enough. And like the conductor who urged his symphony to play more “yellow,” this is a color. Only, I see it not as one emblematic swath of the spectrum, but as oxidization, that melange of color in retreat, brown and orange and dully determining an end of use.




by Hank Cherry

About Hank Cherry

Hank Cherry works as a photographer, filmmaker and writer in Los Angeles. His work has appeared in Slake, Southwestern American Literature, Poydras Review, and The Los Angeles Review of Books and he writes a column about the history of jazz for Offbeat. He is in post production on his first full-length documentary.
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