by Kyle Mellen | Mar 31, 2015
On a Monday night early in November Gaddis dumped his motorcycle in the ditch turning onto his road, and Hal drove out to haul the bike up. It was snowing and the roads were unplowed, would not be plowed for days. It was the wet, icy snow. When Hal made the rise...
by Kyle Mellen | Apr 16, 2014
In the evening I sit out on the back porch watching the lit up flight pattern of the planes coming in for landing. They come right at me like a surging highway. I wear my binoculars. Sometimes I even make signs. WELCOME TO EARTH, said one of these signs. I mowed it...
by Kyle Mellen | Jun 7, 2013
Davis pushed the buzzer and waited. When the catch released he pulled open the heavy glass door. In the elevator he ran a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders. He straightened his posture, made himself as tall as he could. Jens and Vera lived on the seventh...
