Hotel Room in Fairmont, West Virginia Curtains, off-white with fat avocado stripes, remind me of prison which had no curtains, but plenty of stripes. Bed, not unpleasant, not a thin mat over steel, assures me I’m free, although alone— a different prison I’ve wasted forty- seven years inside. Digital clock, television, artwork …
by Jake Williams The kids are screaming. Blurring flashes of red and white, spinning heads lolled back, clenched fingers gripping. Their voices get closer, further, then closer again in a dizzying maelstrom. Parents watch indifferently or join the screams. I hate working the Waltzer. You can’t help but get dizzy even with Dougie’s tricks, finding …
The wolf woman called into the show Thursday afternoon. “Long time listener, first time caller,” she said over the wind rush of a rolled-down window.