Grant ILCigarette Honda (poor skaters)They are born in the rafters of rusting warehouses. They drop to cement floors with a horizontal thud, then rise, always in a large white…Sep 11, 20171Sep 11, 20171
Grant ILAmateur MagicAn old woman sat inside her cabin and twisted a faded wooden music box with brittle digits. As the worn gears rotated and echoed a tune…Jun 9, 2017Jun 9, 2017
Grant ILThe MermaidShe would lounge on a rock near the harbor, and fisherman would come in, whistling at her silhouette while banging on the side of their…Jun 7, 2017Jun 7, 2017
Grant ILSkeletonsThey are creeping down the grassy shoulders of my street. Jaws chattering expletives, eyes adrift, arms tweaking and spinning in their…Jun 1, 20171Jun 1, 20171
Grant ILInternet TrollsThey would meet up in St.Helen’s blown top, with an extension cord trailing back to Tacoma. Gnarled fingers twisting and plugging port into…May 26, 2017May 26, 2017