Nightshade
Noir
Gasoline dreams / internal combustions / from the shadowlands of experience
Writings
GASOLINE DREAMS: MEMPHIS
“It seems cities have an eternal soul, deeply connected to the sites of their golden ages.”
THE NARROW ROAD
“The road got smaller, at first almost imperceptibly, then unmistakably.”
DEBORAH AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAT
“We were a formula that only worked at high temperatures.”
MASHER, AKA FRANKIE
“Near-death experiences were pretty commonplace, though not regarded as such.”
GASOLINE DREAMS: ROADTRIP
“Travel alone in silence for 500 miles, and your mind explodes like an over-wound clock.”
THE GUN GIVES NO DOMINION
“The conversation turns to the subject of death, horrors, and bodily harm.”
GASOLINE DREAMS: EL PASO > NYC RUN
“At eighty miles an hour the imagination is a survival organ.”
THE FEAST OF ST. VIBIANA (SEPT. 1)
“Intimacy does not abolish mystery. Sometimes it enlarges it.”
PERMANENCE
“The unnamed thing seemed to fist-fight the heavens, blow for blow.”
ORGAN MOUNTAINS, NM
“9000 feet of mean needles stare at the orange sulphur dioxide halo above this city, and they'll never blink first.”
ST. GENEVIEVE'S REGRET
“In a rare act of social regret, this rusting abstraction - a monument to her monument - was erected.”
Nightshade Noir collects short stories, essays, and road writings by Blackie Pagano — Gasoline dreams / internal combustions / from the shadowlands of experience.
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