I thought we would rage Vegas last night
But we didn’t drink whiskey
Never found a fight
Zion along the way was a fitting pace
To suit the sleepy-eyed demeanor
Of our traveling Neapolitan race
Luxor shines on into the desert sky
Brilliant bulbs to tease the fungus eyes…
Of my brother’s and mine
“Day’s almost over” sigh
The toy-train Buddha sits within the pyramid
Sipping blueberries…and Sugar
Under the relentless gaze
Of the desert sun’s stare, we wait
Planted… when time comes
We won’t hesitate to…
Release the internal combustion dragons
That carry us furthur
Into the promising land
Written by : Trevor A. Clendenin
Trevor A. Clendenin is an African-American writer and lifelong musician whose work blends lived experience with a clear-eyed, literary sensibility. Raised in a military family and shaped by years spent in Boulder, St. Croix, and on the road, he’s moved through the worlds of jam bands, digital media, and small-town creative communities with the same curiosity that drives his fiction. His debut novel, Zuvuya, draws on decades spent in America’s improvisational music orbit, where transcendence, failure, ambition, and myth often collide.
Before turning to creative writing, Trevor earned a BA in Philosophy from Rollins College, a Master in Visual Media from IE in Madrid, served in the Peace Corps in Jamaica, worked as the Director of New Media for a PBS affiliate in the U.S. Virgin Islands, and later co-founded a digital marketing agency. He has played guitar in bars, basements, festivals, and renegade fireside jams across the country, and still believes that music communities are one of the last places where people strive for truth.
He lives in Savannah, Georgia, with his wife and daughter, and is at work on new fiction and essays about aspiration, identity, and the strange pilgrimage of American life.
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