Light is a slippery substance, especially these days. Color is in plenty, almost always. This is funny because color is to light as time is to space, eventually the same thing. Pause. Back home, I watch teenagers with spray paint anoint the dilapidated bridge with streaky red, black, green, and white. Graffiti is otherwise mundane….
Girlfriend Eyes above red ribs, on the edge of acquaintance. Plastic cup; real body. Two parts vodka, three parts Coke, & Who taught you to kiss like that?
I spent this last summer splitting time between research and retail, on a race to pay for my groceries. My mornings were spent alongside the surrealists of the 20th century, shivering in the unexpected coldness of the Manuscripts archive. My afternoons were about the material, holed up in the vintage store researching obscure military buttons…
Miranda Lynn Carter received a good-willed gift. It was a thick red sweater from a home catalog. Thank God! She thought. It was a sinister season after all. The winds would howl and sneer, and the snow engulfed the terrains. The poor girl was prone to colds and chills, sensitive to noise and touch. Her…
One’s Company (literary fiction) Ashley Hutson This is for you freaks who love tales of obsession. This debut takes comfort television to a whole other realm. After suffering a tragedy, Bonnie finds comfort in the 1970s hit sitcom Three’s Company. A few years after the tragedy Bonnie wins the lottery (cool right!? Wrong.) With her…