In Memory of Lucien Stryk This, you tell me, is the best moment of the elephant’s life. Guilty of murder. Sentenced to public execution.
The laser eye blinks as your measured step breaks its ankle-high sight; you’re hypnotized by the mural’s newsprint grayscales, drawn into the vacuum of
Never mind the grand green vistas, the granite-walled highways, the crunch of tires on a dusty dirt road. Forget the wild blackberries lining the