peace in the neon

We marched, four of us, under a single half-moon eye, in a dry-ice October chill. We marched through a mapped maze of ten foot corn, over...

“Do you know what constellation that is?” I followed his gesture. Of course. “Orion.” “No matter what, I look up and it’s the first thing...

(Originally published in Rock Cellar Magazine.) It was late May 2010 when I found myself en route from Chicago to Louisville, encased in...