Contributed By: Alex Cigale, Serge Segay
½ glasstick bitchbrew.
1974
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Who among us hasn’t wanted to kill the sweetest thing?
I don’t believe in anything, but nature-via-beauty-con-science— no cable that welcomes us all home. The crafted shore of crying birds. Alone in the belly of a single branched tree. I find these things all with you. Or the words we rearranged and the combinations that split along the dirty water in my head. I like […]
Going out to see the Great Hale-Bopp Comet in Sam’s old jeep, out past the trailer park on Highway 6. We cut in on one of those gravel roads that punctuate each square mile from here to Saint Louis—pulling over and turning off the lights. The fields are black, but the sky is indigo and […]
He could imagine the way the metal-hitting-wood would echo through the darkened rooms in the middle of the night, bouncing off the worn wooden floors from downstairs to upstairs, her body tensing in the bed beside him.
