Photo: Marine 69-71, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons A smack of translucent jellyfish quiver like silicone implants on the shore. Tropical parrots squawk lime green gossip in the palms. At daybreak, a porno flick full of silicone implants is being filmed at the...
Photo: Paul R. Burley, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons To celebrate the big bathtub and to feel Chicago under my feet, I went looking for travel-sized bubbles and bombs so my skin could feel fizzy and smooth in the gluttony. Up in the White House of the Midwest, I...
Photo: I pound the heels of my boots into the concrete: short thuds under the rattling train. Ten miles from your hospital bed commuters rush past me, their eyes searching the sky to avoid mine, a thumb of ash across my forehead. Archaic, too public—the way I cry. I...
Photo: Pythaglio, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons I stopped in Columbus to stretch my legs but that was where the trip really began. A brick sidewalk ran between red buildings trees shaking loose their white blossoms like soft snow. The street was empty....
Photo: Nate Lee, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons After the engagement ended I pointed my little Mazda east and started driving. Pennsylvania highways unspooled beneath me like a dare. In Philadelphia I walked through rooms where men once argued themselves...
Photo: “Przystań” by magro_kr, CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 There’s a Dubliner in every town,an Irish pub where a story finds you if you roam enough —all day, for what feels like forever,lost in jealousy and overthinking.Or you can live it, never writing a thing.You never know...
