Alex Donaldson shot two videos the morning of the day it all collapsed.
The Oak – Editor’s Pick
Springsteen; If I were 18; I-89
If I were 18, I'd race across black ice parking lots with a crowd of strangers and a stranger holding my hand. We'd fall away into loud forgotten hours...
A Bushy Mustache and a Tight Pair of Jeans
He was on a student visa from Switzerland learning English. I helped him with slang, and he taught me French.
The Graffiti Artist
Josh pressed the nozzle of the spray-paint can and concentrated on the hiss as he sprayed a golden line on the side of the boxcar. Amongst the stationary metal behemoths that frequently acted as his canvases in the train yard, he painted in peace. Just him, the blank walls of metal and that satisfying hiss.
A Random Collection
Twenty years married Our lovely Mrs Smith Had a million and one hobbies To please Uncle Smith. From six in the morning Till the late afternoon She spent away baking, Cooking, and cleaning spoons...
Sack as a Unit of Measurement and Four Other Poems
Midas Itch
Add your own voice to the chorus The heckling harmony Shrieking oxygen-deprived squall Pockets full of liquid smoke Drenched denim from crotch to knee A little capsaicin in the air, on your fingertips Brings the burn with each careless touch The Midas itch to join in, to be drowned out...