FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY

Excerpt from Dear Friend by Dean Young: What happens when your head splits open and the bird flies out, its two notes deranged? You got better, I got better, wildflowers rimmed the crater, glitter glitter glitter. We knew someone whose father died then we knew ourselves. Astronomer, gladiator, thief, a tombstone salesman. All our vacationsContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY”