West Virginia summers were always green, but it had been two years now since we’d been on our own, and Deep Hollow was positively choked with it. Green was overtaking all the houses, and ours was no exception. Vines had started to creep under the back door.
0 CommentsOne huge problem with art lies with the extent of artists who need to connect with an audience. What I’m talking about is a relationship with art. The success of this relationship seems to rely on a certain limitation of public interaction. It’s not absurd to regard art as a coded outcry to be loved […]
Now it’s dark. The boardwalk teems with life, ghost beach people who are here one week and gone the next.
0 CommentsOkay, you ready? This is how it will go: You will drive/walk/bike/whatever out to a gas station.
0 CommentsIn these trying times, when the very notion of a democracy is beginning to seem like fiction, it’s important to remember the little things that unite us all as humans.
1 CommentTwo buddies carry out an unscientific test of anal abilities.
A married man takes a walk on the wild side when his brother-in-law comes to town.