In a Dream, My Dead Father Teaches Me About Sound As It Relates to Time

Issue #147
Spring 2021
—after Wrecked Archive B-45HqDHfqp by Patty Paine I am inching along the Mackinac Bridge, passenger in a van. Through the frosted window, the sun is a yellow explosion, blown open, its blood a sulfur-yellow sheen that pools in the distance on...

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