I come from flyover country. That’s what people here call it. My grandparents slaughtered pigs. Strung porkers and sucklings up…
Some days are better than others, some days are worse than others, some days just are. This was going…
Three months in Michigan and suddenly I’m writing knock-off poems in my head I turn off lights that were never…
It’s a sweatpants day Phil launches the football into my memory the slant of the light there is red, not…
meets every Thursday night across from the pizza joint and the all-night gas station. One-by-one, they enter a run-down strip…