these moments are rare here, when the wind blows hard enough to knock them down. tonight, is one of those nights. blowing south, it deposits the dead all over sunset. unacknowledged by most, they’re piled up on the edges, waiting to be removed. but where do they go? and who takes them away? it’s not [...]

yellow is the color of despair on this road liquor stores, motels, and an unknown number of people who need them. itinerant scrawlers, unseen, hitting everything but the sign… crime ǝɯıɹɔ and an arrow between, pointing backward. more yellow, the 754, nearly empty and traveling in the direction i’m not. briefly, i see them, like [...]