THE OHIO GRASSMAN GOES TO COSTCO The Ohio Grassman is having a bit of an identity crisis. Not in the clinical sense—he’s regularly attending therapy and practicing his active listening skills. In the mornings he whispers his mantras into the river moss and...
MIX-TAPE OBITUARY It sounds backwards, based on your reputation, but you don’t go to the liquor store, you head to aisle twelve of Northgate Market. That’s where it goes down, El No Sé Qué—The I Don’t Know What. You’re talking about some sci-fi grip—Big Sis was...
RABBIT MOON, LAKE NIGHTHORSE Glassine, the surface in which mountain and moon reflect. My lake. A soft one comes to the water’s edge, pad-pad pad… one-two three, a crooked waltz. I recognize the cadence, the long ears that shift toward any slight sound....
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