…Tales from the Green room…Devil-May-Care Lines…Chill Rips…& Other American Weirdness From the bro-migo side of the Grind….

A skeleton wearing sunglasses and a white tank top is sitting in a rusty pickup truck with a can on the hood, smoking a cigarette. The skeleton is saying, 'Cruise control to cold ones!' The truck is parked outside a liquor store with a woman in a pink dress standing at the door, saying, 'Hot stuff!'. The scene is set at sunset with a bright sun in the sky and smoke in the background.
A skeleton wearing sunglasses and a colorful Hawaiian shirt sits at a bar with a woman with long dark hair, holding a cocktail. The bar is decorated with neon signs advertising live music, cheap drinks, and meres, with skeletons in the background enjoying drinks. The scene is lively with colorful lights and a playful, party atmosphere.

…Always alone, not lost, or lonely, like the admirable lope of a coyote in the glow of the horizon-line moonlight, almost holy…

Nicholas Viglietti

a writer, Sentence Slinger, and a Waggish Line-ripper of a chill-migo poet…Livin’ on the slim side of large in Sac-Town, CA.

After Katrina ravaged the gulf coast, he rebuilt homes there for 2 years. Up in Mon-tucky, he cut trails in the wilderness. 3 years of Americrops Service.

In Humboldt , He bucked Hay, Carved Waves, And And Earned a Degree Despite the Haze. He pedaled from the cap-city to S.D. He’s a seventh-life party-hack, attempting to rip chill lines in the madness…. 

 

A man with a beard wearing large, stylish sunglasses and a colorful, patterned shirt, smiling while lying on a striped cushion.

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