Flats; or, I Shot an Arrow Into the Air
One calls it, a sign off Interstate 80 explains, a playa. We drive our little rented Penske ahead into the […]
One calls it, a sign off Interstate 80 explains, a playa. We drive our little rented Penske ahead into the […]
Out like what? Whispers in a tin can tied with yarn a thousand miles long to the can of a
This is the last you’ll see of Philadelphia drivers who make illegal U-turns on Pacific Avenue, then park themselves on
after Melissa Bloch’s NPR interview with Diane Foley, August 28, 2014 Sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night he spoke
I caught this morning, mourning, sight of you who flew into sky you thought your own and caught the
In Memoriam James Foley They’ve said that the jihadist narrator spoke in an East London accent, that the journalist in