Gary Camaro : Writing

Bandit Hearts (First Page)

Bandit Hearts (First Page)

A Story by Gary Camaro


The boy’s stomach was in knots. It was an obvious observation. I held the gat tightly in my right hand & pointed a good five inches from his..
What Happens In The Men's Room of A S****y Old Man Dive Bar, Stays In The Men's Room of A S****y Old Man Dive Bar

What Happens In The Men\'s Room of A S****y Old Ma..

A Story by Gary Camaro


On a hollowed memory of my bender & what I can remember most was her ghostly smile through the dense blackness of night. She kissed me hard..
White Mountain Serinade

White Mountain Serinade

A Poem by Gary Camaro


A maddening glimpse into brown her sights, wide with glow her psyche, tender with ink she dances across my page with literacy and words I can no..
Upon The Return of Zachary Shakes

Upon The Return of Zachary Shakes

A Story by Gary Camaro


The neighborhood still looked the same. It wasn’t the nicest or the cleanest of neighborhoods but, it was still home. He derailed off the sub..
Irving Park Nights

Irving Park Nights

A Story by Gary Camaro


I was resting my insanity inside the mouth of the Lyon. The underbelly of the backroom evening rotted with the sounds of a simple FM bloodlust that..
The Ballad Of Addison Black (Part 1)

The Ballad Of Addison Black (Part 1)

A Story by Gary Camaro


He heard it off in the distance. From about a quarter of a mile or so. The stampede. The rumbling thunder across the prairie floor. A squadron of fiv..
Half Past The Hour of What Could Have Been

Half Past The Hour of What Could Have Been

A Poem by Gary Camaro


The retched disembodiment that pours down the back of my throat like pride on fire and fuels my uncomfortable sobriety my flesh of unwanted disd..
Whitehaven Heaven

Whitehaven Heaven

A Poem by Gary Camaro


It was the on bank of the Irish Sea the tides rolled in cold & desolate like the eyes of a begger with empty palms, forsaken & scalped a ..
The Death of Music City (Part 1)

The Death of Music City (Part 1)

A Story by Gary Camaro


She played the roll of tangible amongst the tail of downtowns shake, rattle & roll another number blues. The scat that sat with my lingo, stirr..
L.A. Bound...and Frowning

L.A. Bound...and Frowning

A Story by Gary Camaro


Morning glorious & Pacific time zone bright shining across the bluest sky hed ever stared at before without a blink. The iron express that roars ..

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