Notes from Underground: Revisited Reflections

And I wish you never made love to me like you wanted to breathe me in like air, gulping me like milk dripping from strands of hair. Whatever. I don’t really care. Today I only taste those nights in New England on MBTA trains in autumn. The Providence to Boston line in November, when [...]

Notes from Underground: Revisited Reflections2017-12-15T20:26:41+00:00

Interstate 77

By Johnathan McCauley   I fell asleep at the wheel once, on my way north to Pittsburgh. Easily lulled into dreams by and of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Car horns blared from the other lane along with sounds of metal grinding against rock my chest thrown and yanked back by the seat belt. One hundred [...]

Interstate 772017-12-15T20:24:33+00:00