Sunday Light and Word – Canter’s Saved My Life





I didn’t have an angle on success. A grasp on future earnings. I had a past where I made mincemeat, literally. It remained my past. There was a darkness tinged to the corners. And there were rumors I could not communicate with even if I had wanted to resurrect them. Effort and drive sat up late and I went with them for a time. I remember being whacked out on chemo. I couldn’t figure out the way out of a sentence, the way into a photograph.  One morning, barely upright in this diner at 3 a.m., I waited  for a pal who did not show up. That was the underscore to the late night/early morning morass. You will have some help, with the french fries, usually. But you gotta eat that plate of hash by yourself



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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