Three days ago, coyotes broke into the new blue sheen of Superstore’s tinfoil exterior. They slunk like transients in through the back and Corporate became clam-like, grasping for self-preservation. Only the bare minimum of press conferences were held, and no… Continue Reading


My sister’s girlfriend’s grandmother’s apartment building has a lot of signs on it telling me my truck’s parked illegally. No sign of my sister or her girlfriend. The clock in the dash says they’re twenty-three minutes late. My brain says… Continue Reading