The corn was ready for harvest when the boy got that guitar he’d been saving for. It wasn’t anything pretty, used with a little hole…
There have been days of mountains and byways, of corn and conifer, and tonight we stumble into Ohio half-drunk on petrol. These roads are clean…
Veronica was scheduled to fly home the next morning but slept through her alarm. She wasn’t ready to leave Wilmington anyway, scared to fly over…
I have impossible memories. Creation. My brother cleaving a snake in the bedroom. I remember both, though I slept. The bedroom is on the second…