Justin KeaneCaller, East of The MississippiQuinn remembers one night in particular. The writing class had let out for the semester, and they had decamped for a second-floor alehouse…3 min read·Mar 3, 2021----
Justin KeaneEverything Is In The MiddleWhat happened is that you got into the car and the tape was already in the deck, and the play button was halfway pushed in, and it was…2 min read·Feb 27, 2021----
Justin KeaneCaller, West of the RockiesStation One — October 2018 Anyone can go lonesome in the country. That’s no great accomplishment. You take to the hills, you find yourself…4 min read·Nov 1, 2018----
Justin KeaneMy Dixie DearYou pick up the phone, say hello, and she’s in the middle of a story before you know it. This one is the time she got lost outside of…2 min read·Oct 6, 2018----
Justin KeaneThe First HireThe first thing Big did was get business cards printed. He took the Red Line to Harvard and walked the couple of blocks down to the Kinko’s…2 min read·Sep 24, 2018----
Justin KeaneThe Paschal Candle Sings EdelweissA man is given over to his obsessions: once, in fumbling pantomime, and later — for good — in grey recitation. A march of sameness…2 min read·Sep 22, 2018----
Justin KeaneI Can Hear Him Coughing All Night LongBack when putting your best foot forward was like, okay, you dunk the comb into a sink of ice water and five shakes of Brut, like you run…2 min read·Sep 20, 2018----
Justin KeaneIntersticesThe places between buildings, in stairwells, under thumb of a newsprint. Empty space is like a haunting, everything that happens on the…1 min read·Sep 3, 2018----
Justin KeaneElegy For the Phony DetectiveThe phone rings, and it is always — and I mean always — the guy from the back of the newspaper.1 min read·Aug 28, 2017----
Justin KeaneLink Your Arms in the ColdThe night I knew I‘d never forget Mark Sufrin was the night he told me Norman Mailer hit like a pussy. We were drinking at the White Horse…2 min read·Aug 24, 2017----