A few months ago I went up to visit a person I care very deeply about. She lives in a city with evergreen trees and a progression that seeps from the needles so that it becomes contagious when you live there. I lived there. And then I didn’t for a
“My brother called me up one day and told me he had created a Frankenstein machine. So I went over, naturally. We got high and watched lightning fly across the room. He called me Rob then. Because I was Rob then.” I already knew she was once Roberto, but it
Brushy Mountain Penitentiary is a prison in a dense mountain in Tennessee. I say dense, as in packed with trees. Tall green trees with trails that lead to nowhere or everywhere. This makes escaping this prison especially difficult. I read about it in a book of essays. There is an
The market is a ten-minute walk from my house. I walked. The heat began reminding me of the humid days in southeast Asia. I wore the same ankle length skirt I would wear in the evenings there. I had that feeling that a blanket of dried sweat and dirt covered
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