Sunday Light and Word – Racing into Oblivion





You fall in love with failure in bursts, by 25 its for certain, by 30 you’re through with it for good. Still, its scent lingers over the markers absence ignites inside of you. Like, you’ll say a word, then put it to paper, and that paper is the loveliest paper to touch with ink and fingertips, so lovely that  it’s quite a thing to bend it into folds and slide it into the envelope.

Oh, failure knows. Failure gets everything.  The boundaries, the temperament, the oil stains  of a driveway that slick your shoes. Your heart beats into its bony cage the cadence of astronomical expectation. But all you got is a pack of cards and some spearmint gum, a tank of gas and nowhere to get to.






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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