Category Archives: Evening Journal

| CORN HUSK HAT |

We drove past the last gas station and she still said, Gun it! We’ve been waiting for so long to push ourselves into space. Better days, she said. Better days from here on out. You’ve got your corn husk hat, I’ve got my camera. Skin is the new film and no one’s replied to our [...]

Pontius Pilate

A draft poem inspired by the image above. — He sits in front of his computer, lip droop and stale air, feet stretched ready for summer, he is counting the miracles that didn’t happen, speaking raisin and cornbread, he’s been lied to but still unsure, the little boy who got away is burying a photo [...]