The murmur of a May morning. Flashing Lights. A far-off drum roll. Wars beyond the reach of time. The High School Marching Band. This Is...

Flexibly laminated thick orbicular- cornered papers fly fleeing my fingers queens, twos, fives, into the feather-thin vacancies they...

He flipped me the bird before driving away En route To a rest stop where I once gave another man head And it’s strange to see that car...