Brian Eckert

Writer. Wanderer. Dreamer. Skeptic. Man.

Tag: America

I Live In a Seaside Motel

I live in a seaside motel. On nights the ocean is lively I can lie in bed and hear it murmur midnight elegies. When I’m having trouble sleeping the sounds of the sea’s salty breath draws me out into the darkness wearing my LED headlamp. I cross Route 1A, scramble over the Army Corps of […]

Unholy Roman Empire

Don’t kid yourself, boy. You couldn’t handle it. Old things make you uncomfortable. A million of em just like you. Crippled midgets hungry for revolution. Thinkin America is just a fart on a string.

Pills

The Lost City Revisited

“The drugs!  Ditch the drugs!  He’s coming!” When Pete doesn’t immediately comply with my frenzied request to jettison the narcotics I grab his backpack and attempt to throw it into the brackish water. “Take it easy man,” he says, wrestling the bag away from me. “We’re gonna be fine.” Stanton has no reaction. He silently […]

Denver to Salt Lake by Bus

Went West with dust of haunted dreams in my blood. Stopped just short of where white caps crash against the sky. In Denver, just to get away, because I have to get away from something, just to kill some time, because I have to kill something.