“You maybe want to get a cocktail?” Michael asks, his head is hanging out the bus window. We are both a bit overheated, already drunk. He’s pointing at this dive,…
The bleeding man treads our western edge as the air cools under the sunset. He sits down beside us. His sweating hands fumble our small bodies. We feel and taste…
The winter of 1992, the phone rang off the hook and wild dogs got into the peacock hut. Harriet read the last real winter had been in 1986, when the…
The first time I saw her, she had three heads. “Her name is Gala – like Dali’s wife,” Laurent said to me, beaming proudly over his composite muse. Her discordant…
Kansas was a geological epicenter. Once, a body of water called the Western Interior Sea divided America up into two different parts—left and right, wilds and civilization, but it also…
I’ve seen people die on the rails, but probably not the way you’d think. You’d think that other people are the real danger out here, but mostly that’s not true.…
