We Pass by David Russomano
We Pass gas stations, grain silos, a small cemetery, telephone poles marching single file,...
Read MoreWe Pass gas stations, grain silos, a small cemetery, telephone poles marching single file,...
Read MoreLovecraft Baby Sickly bodies produce the sickest lines a yahoo from back east, evilly...
Read MoreWhat We Sow They finished the ring road when I was young, but I remember its dirt surface...
Read MoreSecond Memory It’s dark and big and dauntingly unfamiliar considering I had known it for so...
Read MoreOpen Your Eyes I had been feeling sad and lonely. I decided to go back into the past and...
Read MoreAlone in This Place “They’ll kill you, and I’ll be here in the woods all alone...
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