Local photographer CORPSE ON PUMPKIN walks away from Southern town.

In July, I will be moving to the city of Seattle. Somehow, between having no time for much but wasting my life at work, I’ve orchestrated this going-away show for a fastly upcoming Sunday, June 25 at Will’s Pub. It's been a long, hard road to put this show together and I'll be ( Read more... )

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Rifles are going off outside the windows, across the field. The curtains shake momentarily while this happens, and I stop pouring milk into a styrofoam bowl of cereal because the milk is shaking ( Read more... )

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He struggles in his sleep, afraid to encompass details of the dream he’s just been pulled from, pushed by himself from the bed over a windmill of kicking legs ( Read more... )

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If I were obliged to write down what perfect Sunday mornings could be like, I might have wanted to get up and find some paper and a pencil when, after a few minutes of this, I realized it might never happen so adequately again ( Read more... )