Market in North America

“No, it’s the same.” “You’re alright Greg.” “You made a good choice.” Freckled mothers, freckled daughters of old Jerusalem, Poised to rule the world somewhere…  “How was your day? Would you like a bag?” With Amtrak card folded dirty in wallet of old man wine section in America,  Whose brother is a vegan, Whose parents […]

Fists Full of Sand: Excerpts from an Officer’s Diary

Entry 12 Announced my departure, skateboarding, and stupidly littered and so I will. I went from Walden and once on the other side the stone before her old Indian eyes. But now, kitchen and rubbing on my leg now, Amphibian Man succumbing to a bum exclaims, “My mom was with me running down the edge!” […]