Kendall Lortonhighway 85I have a recurring urge to drive off the freeway. No, not quite off the freeway, but straight into something solid. It’s as if I’m being…Nov 16, 2023Nov 16, 2023
Kendall Lortonthe muse — Cambridge 22I sit and I stand, I obey. I am simply a tool to be used to create. My thoughts hold no weight next to his. A corset pushes in at my ribs…Jun 8, 2023Jun 8, 2023
Kendall Lortonsunday — Cambridge 22A lazy Sunday afternoon in the park, boundless greenery stretching from one pathway to the next, intertwining with flowers simply waiting…Jun 8, 2023Jun 8, 2023
Kendall Lortona friday evening in julyA vacant volleyball court, a trail of picnic tables. Families fighting as the waves crash upon the shore. Tanned and pale bodies alike…Aug 19, 2022Aug 19, 2022
Kendall Lortonsafe space.Children laughing, running through the halls. The lingering smell of construction paper. I can still almost feel the slight chill in the…Jul 30, 2022Jul 30, 2022
Kendall Lortonthe museum and the epiphany.A preface. This is not at all what I was asked to write, yet here I am, writing it.Jul 30, 2022Jul 30, 2022