Honey Badger


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