Regrets

Regrets

  So many of my adult friends have filed complaints against their fathers,   thick dossiers residing inside heavy metal cabinets marked D for disappointment—   the alcohol, the silences, the parsimony of soul— embodiments of the distances and distress,   the crippled...
Hopper’s People: Gas

Hopper’s People: Gas

  So many dusks have piled up here, identical blurs, collected like discarded cans of used motor oil. This is a landscape where you might expect something startling to occur at civilization’s last outpost before the frontier— a spaceship to appear overhead, a blonde...
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