Bend — I held the phone in my hand, her voice coming in over the speakers in crackly silence. “Hello?” She asked. My voice wavered. “Hi, this is Elena.” I said, and she gasped. We hadn’t talked for ten years...
Bainbridge island — A gas tank nearing empty and disdain that can’t be controlled, you fold Pulled by the desert’s cold into a bar saturated with stovetop grease Your expertise is in affliction and in marrow of the dis...