By Jim Speese Songs were in his head. Constantly. It was a problem and he supposed it wasn’t unique. Given the hegemonic presence of advertising jingles and TV show themes and music pumped into grocery stores and pharmacies and hospitals, it seemed quite likely that the fact that songs constantly…
By John Survivor Blake It was three years before I ran away. My knees docked at the altar, tight top-button and clip-on tie anchored my neck, my arms outstretched as February branches; shivering for new life, prayed blessings came in flocks. It was four years before my first crack-pipe, prayed…