Category Archives: Alan Catlin

by Alan Catlin after reading Jackie Sheeler After my mother died the city cop in Midtown South Manhattan recognized the writing on the evidence envelope as his own, recalled the unattended death crosstown in Martha Washington Hotel for Women as … Continue reading →

by Alan Catlin grit from every twisted turnpike, every broken double yellow lined highway not on any map sold in this country or anywhere else, was embedded about his person, “Son, make it a longneck, doesn’t matter what kind and … Continue reading →

by Alan Catlin She spent her time between Long Island and Paradise and he divided his between New York and Never Never Land, their primary functions in life: clubbing, texting, doping and screwing, often all at the same time, like … Continue reading →