Robert Hoekman JrinLitmus CollectiveCardboard People in a Diorama WorldWe are flattened, drained of our color, paper-thick and outlined, nothing but cardboard people in a diorama world. Together we face the…Aug 29, 2019Aug 29, 2019
Robert Hoekman JrinLitmus CollectiveIt’s Possible You’ve Misread This StoryA conversation.Aug 22, 2019Aug 22, 2019
Robert Hoekman JrinLitmus CollectiveWhen We Get ThereIt was at the laundromat in Washington and the man was wearing old blue jeans and a flannel coat with gray stripes that used to be blue and…May 30, 2019May 30, 2019
Robert Hoekman JrinLitmus CollectiveEulogyOur suitcases sat in the kitchen next to the desk he kept there for no good reason, always scratching up the linoleum when we bumped it…May 28, 2019May 28, 2019
Robert Hoekman JrinLitmus CollectiveWe Are the Mad OnesI hitchhiked to Flagstaff when I was nineteen, then turned around, then kept going. Started with a dollar-eighty-five in my pocket, went…May 2, 2019May 2, 2019