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Thursday, May 25, 2023: Eric Lawson's "Ultimate Bingo"

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  Eric Lawson is an award-winning writer and filmmaker. He is the author of the story collection Circus Head (2023, Sybaritic Press) and the poetry collection Backseat Emperor (2023, 2 nd Avenue Press). His work has recently appeared in Ashes to Stardust: A David Bowie Tribute Anthology as well as Dark Onus Lit and Maudlin House . He is the writer and director of the short films The Socially Distant Murder Mystery and A Scardouche!!! Thanksgiving and hosts the video podcast Make Your Own Fun on YouTube. Granny Grumbly was a bonafide gunslinger when it came to bingo. With her hot pink  track suit, blue-tinged curly wig, dark sunglasses, and plastic visor embossed with the phrase  ‘Read ‘Em And Weep’—she was a sight to behold. A haunted vibe, some said. She always sat at table three, chair five. The last person who mistakenly sat in her seat  was elbowed in the throat and shoved onto the floor before the poor sap even knew what hit him.  Her Big Gulp cup from 7...

Eric Lawson's poem "Nomadic Logic"

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  © 2022 marie c lecrivain Eric Lawson is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, four comedy collections, an always-in-progress memoir entitled Welcome to Inglewood , and four short films. He took the Best Poem honors at the 2012 Los Angeles Neo-Noir Film Festival. Most recently, his work has appeared in A Poet is a Poet No Matter How Tall , The San Pedro River Review , and The Edgar Allan Poet Journal . He is a genuinely silly person with a side of the uber profound. Just don’t come between him and his coffee or ketchup. Nomadic Logic There is no fight, only flight, in the restless heart. Answers to imagined questions on the wind. A backpack and references to MacGyver are the stock and trade of any artistic wanderer. There is no settling, only movement, forward. Winter winds bring questions which linger. Feigned air of indifference and a drifter’s hyperactivity sour those with constrictive roots. In spontaneous travel, the intrepid blood stirs. In stepping ou...