by Samuel Goldsmith my mind is listed as two beds two baths but calling that closet a bed is a stretch even when i spend all night there. the square footage includes the basement place to store spores and incomplete ideas dreams and goals sans posts the only quarter of the abode in constant use where the crass cut-grass smell of power can be found. not near enough to nip…
By Jason Weiland You can almost make out the color of my 1970 AMC Gremlin and the patina of the sun-baked paint combining into a shade that can only be described as puke-yellow. I’m stuck here and haven’t moved since dawn. Car’s pointed west, sure enough. A stretch of Route 66…
