Literature/Poetry

Citizen’s Cab #1015 – San Francisco 8:00am: Morning rush hour is picking up. I’m headed east up Market, fresh from shuttling a suit down to The Financial. But who’s butt will fill…


Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable. The Third Policeman is a novel by Irish writer Brian O’Nolan, writing under the…


It’s quiet on San Francisco streets at five in the morning. Except, here in The Loin. Where large black transsexual prostitutes are out sashaying for tricks, as illegal Mexicans hang on street…





Leslie Peter Wulff’s UNCLE BRUCKER THE RAT KILLER by Robert Guffey on August 9 via Cryptoscatology: Back in April my editor at Night Shade/Skyhorse asked me if I would provide a blurb…


This summer’s borne out all hot or cold, business-wise. And it’s been wearing on me. Increasingly. It’s late in my Friday day shift now, on a cold one. I’m currently rolling west…


Non Sequitur Intro of the Week:  It’s 4:56am, Monday morning and I’m rolling Mission Street south in my aging yellow Prius – Citizen’s Cab 1015; to be emphasized, with green checkers. Aging,…


It’s Monday, around 10am. The dead time for taxi driving in San Francisco, or most places I would guess. Everyone’s settled in their cubicle now, filling out spreadsheets and counting down the…



It’s 4:40 in the am, and your driver is leaving the loo at his regular Potrero Hill Starbucks purged, refreshed, caffeinated, stocked with napkins and with the day’s Tweet behind him. (So…



Well, I’ve been gearing up for this for two or three years now, watching the taxi business as it’s taken a turn onto some dead end road in low gear, sputtering towards…


6am: I’m darting up the stairs to my attic flat, with the cab out front with its hazards on. As is a darn nice convenience to actually live in San Francisco where…


This week, a short excerpt from San Francisco TAXI: A 1st Week in the Zen Life… ______ It’s end of day at ‘ol Citizen’s Cab, and I’ve just checked out at the…


For the better part of two years now, my mother and my best friend, Spermula bandmate and fellow cabbie, Christian, have been independently giving me the hard sell to “play the airport.”…