Daylight Runs
from the coming night with its nocturnal temptations. Glimmering scales slide between concrete structures, under countless artificial suns they release […]
from the coming night with its nocturnal temptations. Glimmering scales slide between concrete structures, under countless artificial suns they release […]
They asked a cowboy why he rode, said he was too nervous to steal and too lazy to work. There
I. I worked overtime when I was eight— shoveled manure, fed the calves or any task my Dad would ask
an automythography I used to teach kung fu. That’s a true thing I tell people when I’m drunk. As if
for Robert Wilcox, 3/9/1939–11/29/2017 Another mudfunked Sunday, singletrack tripping nine miles through the leafdeep and flat fall light, not tumbling,
A man is running hard to catch the bus that just left. It’s picking up speed but he pulls