Vacancy explores the world of transient motel living in two different poetic styles, with Kevin Ridgeway's romantic encounters, drug-fueled all-nighters, and lonely breakdowns lit by neon, and James Duncan's more nostalgic view that does not shy away from subtle domestic hells or the strain of a life unsettled as time passes by, leaving dreams and roadside motels as relics of a more innocent past.
"...by the end of its days the motel housed only the suffering and the burned-out, the addicts, the broken, the poor, and lost, and after a fire that too disappeared, as all things do in time."
Vacancy, written from and about motels, hotels, and motor inns from LA to NY and beyond.
James H Duncan is the editor of Hobo Camp Review and the author of We Are All Terminal But This Exit Is Mine, What Lies In Wait, The Cards We Keep, Dead City Jazz, and Vacancy, among other books of poetry and fiction. He is a former editor with Writer's Digest, a columnist for Albany Poets, and a reviewer of independent bookshops at www.TheBookshopHunter.com. He currently resides in Upstate New York. For more, visit http://www.jameshduncan.com.
I'm rating Kevin's half here, and I love his contributions to this book. Kevin has lived a rough and tumble life but he has a lot of heart and it all comes through in these gritty, earnest, chaotic poems of broken hearts, grim motel rooms, flickering TV screens late at night, and drug-fueled madness.
It’s like those siblings that are so different that you start questioning their paternal origins until they laugh and it’s the same, until they end up at the same place by different paths. Neither sibling is the good one, but you wouldn’t mind putting money on that coin flip.