Everything is Lovely the gone dream the essence ran out the right eye slow but constant loosing sharp edges quality of light flat yellow california blinding at 4:00 pm the children that are not…
In Fear of Technicolor Rise up alone. I am stealing these words. Rise up in tone. I am standing, desert-like, moon-like, mars-like, red stalagmites, pillars, a shortcut, a song, where she does not want…
The Trip we used to pile into my dad’s van, drive all the way from Nebraska to Texas mostly in silence, because complaining about the unbearable heat would just make my dad turn the…