We have here rats the size of Nutria running and hiding in the walls of history Sometimes, I think I’ll see one asking out Mary…
Tag: decay
These downtown streets are like broken promises spilling into the surrounding neighborhood. They are like pathways bordering an interrupted fantasy. They are arteries skirting the…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into its…
Mesh wire laced windows with pulley closures like Popeye the Sailor Man rigged them up sun streaming on the gym floor basketball goals sans nets…