Fiction flash: Mix tape

There is an ele­ment of cap­ture and pre­ser­va­tion in the act of cre­at­ing a mix tape for a friend. ___ is a poet. He under­stands met­ric; blends new words as hues from the primes; writes with a wooden found­a­tion pen. It is sum­mer as he swaps out the second cas­sette. James Brown for The Kinks. It is sum­mer in his poems too. It is…it is as his left hand makes the chords shapes of Lola that he decides to take his car and drive to the golf course, drive across the golf course, rip­ping the fuck from the grass of the golf course, and launch off the cliff and into the sea. But ___ is a poet. There is, first, the last song of the mix tape.

Author: Ian Hocking

Writer and psychologist.

4 thoughts on “Fiction flash: Mix tape”

  1. Matt at los ami­gos de derutti, my go-to guy on all things sampled, remixed and hip-hoppy, liked it.

    I haven’t read it.

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