Fog arrives with the fleeting sunas a tempest of slow whispers. Concrete lamp posts brace the mist, gold bulbs pop the tick of the clock, as a duty of light for the unfamiliar.Far enough from the bay,… more →
Keith Echokeithecho wrote 2 months ago: Fog arrives with the fleeting sunas a tempest of slow whispers. Concrete lamp posts brace the mist, … more →
keithecho wrote 2 months ago: “Ms. Hallowell,” Cochran says. She sigh … more →
keithecho wrote 3 months ago: “YOU!” Charles Palmer shouts. He is fro … more →
keithecho wrote 4 months ago: Florescent tubes follow exposed pipes a … more →
keithecho wrote 6 months ago: Pattern me velour on the linoleum slide,stir the drink with an Evinrude bride,choppy and nauseous fr … more →
keithecho wrote 6 months ago: “OH MY GOD,” Chaz shouts, “you, how can it be?” {Step Left} The OS respon … more →
keithecho wrote 8 months ago: “Lock up when you leave,” Mike says, but Chaz doesn’t respond. “Hey, Chaz, do yo … more →
keithecho wrote 8 months ago: Do I really want to go? How long does ro … more →