To the child born in the age of technology, we will bring you gifts unlike you could ever fathom, floating in your muted world of white light and noise. Into this weary ol’ world we’ve kept up appearances: See how …
i am made of cardboard, subway steam and the iron grate. i hover on the forgotten side of town, blending in with the weeds that tunnel up through the cracks of the sidewalk, avoiding strangers, hawkers, bible stalkers come to …
Dear June, I’m writing this from a roadside motel—yellowed as an old postcard from an intense sun. It’s adjoined to a onetime “fifties diner.” Now, since the 90s, a Chinese family’s restaurant. They, the Lu’s, also clean my room a …
Nights ’round here devour us, and by dawn we are dead One Christmas I witnessed the tribal police lights dancing with the festive for a boy with no head who blew his brain matter out into star whites Out on …
