I keep walking, hands buried deep, collar turned up, and then I see them— a man and woman huddled at the bus stop, stealing kisses between clouds of breath, laughing like the world isn’t breaking a little more every day...
Love in Indianapolis
What The Mouth Tells; Tilt; Exiled; Sphenoid Jam; Brother On A Brown Horse
Tilt Everything is bricking out. Nothing turns red or black or hits trips or boats up without consequences. By that I mean the man gnawing on his knuckles and his baby daughter somewhere he can’t go...
Riding Backwards
Mama tries to hug me, but I push her away. Run down to the tracks where I know I ain’t supposed to play. But l do anyway. Everyone does cuz there ain’t nothing else to do in Cadiz, Ohio in 1950.
An Agreement
But there was that agreement, bigger than the people affected by it. It was not a deal that anyone had constructed. There had been no negotiations. It was something that seemed to have manifested on its own and Gwen had no choice but to accept it.
Change in Litbreak’s Policy
Even with the gloves off, which I am increasingly likely to want, I think that Litbreak can remain evenhanded.
Home is Not Where the Barn Is
The house we lived in was a remodeled barn. It felt more like a barn than a home. We were the animals.