- April 23, 2019
“I miss the rain,” he said. Him being from where I’m from in upstate New York, where gloom is like a comforter. And both of us here now, in Los Angeles, having missed each other by twelve years or
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Day: April 23, 2019
- April 23, 2019
I might have prayed, but I don’t remember. There were three of them in the truck, their sick slick, raw chicken faces, shining. They held position next to me. There was no one else. No one but us, and
- April 23, 2019
Tiny jeweled pawn, all eyes, mouth and legs half-sprung for jumping. You could have been a radio star if the dice hadn’t rolled the radio’s way, eyes closed, a crooner swaying in an unseen green tuxedo. Instead you crouch
- April 23, 2019
In G’s basement growroom, the LED full spectrums run pink with Miss Sour Diesel budding crystal like the top of Mt. Hood. Miss Gorilla Glue #4 bushes wide with thick, dark leaves smiling. A couple more weeks on the
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