Fiction: Grown-Ups These Days
‘I swear, man, we’re screwed, the whole world is done. Over. … This generation, Emily’s, I swear. They’re worse than we were.’
Fiction: Bruh
‘His two huskies pawed at an old dead possum, above them the cicadas were singing at full pitch as warm wind blew through the green leaves like hot breath.’
Art on a Mission
Sometimes, in special times and places, art is merely a giant middle finger raised against ugliness.
