Trickle Down D.A. Powellwe were poor when I lived with the whore and the florist poorest at the end of the month and the tricks Read more about Trickle Downkconlow's blog
A Story about the Moon Grady ChambersI’d been on this road before. Last year lit with wildflowers, this year the hills stripped bare, baked by sun. It spills out of Los Angeles like a long black tongue, then nothing for 500 miles, just dust and shadows of cattle-sheds past towns Read more about A Story about the Moonkconlow's blog
Visiting Hours Daniel Khalastchifor H. N. To be inside the lush of life I climb alive a tree outside the guarded rise of hospital where you receive your treatment. Attached against my back I have a crate of caf- Read more about Visiting Hourskconlow's blog
Nodding off in front of a comicbook robin stretched across several panels, Darius upgazes me in my fantasy lake dress. Olivia CronkNodding off in front of a comicbook robin stretched across several panels, Darius upgazes me in my fantasy lake dress. I am completely desired and completely alien I have dragged my child along my knee while tracing letters on my knee I have felt final skin in the tall grass of pretend yellow spilled across Read more about Nodding off in front of a comicbook robin stretched across several panels, Darius upgazes me in my fantasy lake dress.kconlow's blog
Amor Fati Molly MinturnSo I’ve done it now I am the girl alone in the woods. The horse ran away and I didn’t cry. I can play Beethoven loud as I want, mournful Beethoven to deaf trees. I like the way Read more about Amor Fatikconlow's blog