Friday, August 28, 2026

After Hours By Barry Basden


The Katy Did closed

and we followed

two girls in a red Chevy,

flirting at stoplights

until we scared them home.


A man in a bathrobe

stepped into the yard.

You boys go on now.

There’s nothing here for you.


I moved toward him

and his hand lifted.

When I saw the gun,

I forgot everything else. 







Barry Basden lives with Bean, his little rescue terrier, in the Texas hill country where, among other things, he drinks good wine and occasionally writes.

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