The key to successfully lighting a cigarette in the wind is the same as winning a bike race. With your back to the wind, lower your head and kick it up.
While the last birds of Autumn fly in sparse flocks, a semi-load of hundreds of pallets heads south, followed by a gravel truck, a Chevy sedan, a Dodge minivan, a Jeep and two red Toyota pickups.
Broken monkey bridges, a discarded flute case, a squeaky Gatorade bottle. Screeching metal moans irreverence as a young fiction author stands, speaks with a tremble, microphone necessary. Excellent resonance would facilitate unamplified words, but this place clanks around and sops up sounds in piles of waves. People viewing the reading turn their heads towards the … Continue reading Honey Badger