The Writer

He sat at his desk in the upstairs study, typewriter in front of him, a glass of his favorite Italian red wine to the left, the remainder of the…


“We’re on the Amtrak to Bakersfield,” “Graham Crackers,” and “Her Pain”

We're on the Amtrak to Bakersfield and rushing past prisons and strip malls and the endless farmlands of places I've no interest in the names of. I'm…