The Bat at the Window
These mountains are the reason I am here. They are why I've always felt the pressure of a thumb on my chest to exist somewhere with places to put my feet in the dirt and walk and walk and walk.
Air that Says Yes
The day before, my first attempt had gone haywire the moment I opened my eyes.
Alex The Genuine
I was more entertained than I had ever been in front of a glossy TV program, but I was sitting on a splintered bench swatting at mosquitoes watching a guy in khakis dance around stage with eight different accents and a half-working microphone.
3 1/2 Feet of Honesty
This sounds mean and maybe it was, but I treated it like a hostile deposition. Answer only the question you’re asked.