Fall 2016

The Memorial

The road devours the trees and the mountain, like fruit, excretes the miracle of convenience. At the end of the trail a memorial looks over the valley, where mountains crash into a shoreline of silvery pastures shot through with pink evening light, where factories ride the fog like freighters on…

New Virginia

I. Even before the word land broke over us, we smelled the pines and cook-smoke, a continent of old growth and distant fires, the sound of impossible trees shifting, leaves rolling onto their backs.

Dark Stars

You see a lot of it in law enforcement,” said Earl McClure, pouring himself another shot of Bulleit. “A family that one bad thing happens to, seemingly random, and then another and another, until it becomes a whole cluster of tragedies. And you don’t know why. Why them.” Jimbo Hunter…

The Fullback

He is an eclipse. He is divine intervention. He is the fullback. Like a vessel launched from a bed of flames sent spearing into an unsuspecting sky, he tears into the fabric of space and opens a passageway for the lone man behind him. The crazed din of the crowd…