I didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… more
Writer: Ken Rodgers
Art’s Wife
FICTION by Ken RodgersHis eyes blinked like a machine gun’s stutter. He swirled his Chivas and mumbled something—I couldn’t hear it well over the racket of wild fucking in the bedroom. Maybe he said, “Mother would never have written that.”… more
