Month: July 2022
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The salt and pepper scruff on his face was uneven, choppy like a soured sea, as if he had used… Read more.
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I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Read more.
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Gracelyn Polk sat at her desk in the middle of her world history classroom at Cabbage Junction Primary School. She… Read more.
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Gracelyn Polk sat in the Cabbage Junction Public Library reading about the Napoleonic Wars from an old, oversized book. Read more.
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I floated above the road from out of LipLock, Tejas earlier in the day and headed north, then east. I… Read more.
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The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and… Read more.
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I sat in the broken window and looked out onto the burnt grass and the weeds; the sun was gone,… Read more.
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And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy Read more.
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His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter… Read more.
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After 37 beers and a carton of Strikes, down there below those swirling, curling lights of the Piccadilly-like carnival on… Read more.
