Issue #3 // Fasting // Adam Tedesco
I The sound of millions of eyes blinking the sound of every insect’s wings pushing air is here in this black I use to tell you I had not heard […]
I The sound of millions of eyes blinking the sound of every insect’s wings pushing air is here in this black I use to tell you I had not heard […]
– For Ethyl, Lot 12 who rarely left her trailer, unless it was to yell at us neighborhood kids again—this time, the errant kickball splatted wetly against her bedroom window, […]