A woman lives in this park at the edge of town. She screams at the trees. She eats at the mission. She charges her phone at the library. She steals vodka from the liquor store. And at night she fights sleep, terrified of her dreams.
Yearly Archives: 2017
Fuel in the water, ice on the lines
Friday, January 27, 2017
Miles and miles of turbines day and night harvesting the wind tearing at the sky. All these towns now filled with ghosts but the lights must stay on until the bitter end.
Last free exit
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Bright lights, black lights. Smell the same. Sitting here in the bright dark putting his last twenty into a g-string or a slot machine. Hoping somehow he can win a different life.