It starts, somehow, in the dusty drivers seat of a ’96 Honda Accord. Is it sunny or cloudy? Am I awake? I’m awake. Maybe it starts in a waking dream – a driving waking dream. More…
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It’s sunset red and orange and yellow. A woman carries a young boy across the in-between house’s driveway. He’s screaming and crying…more




A green fly and another and another and another. There is no refuge. There is only sand and sun and pain. Children laugh. More…





The city is bigger than I could have imagined. House after house after house. Finally, we come to water…more
