JAKE

Surfer

We asked the 911 lady—Evie—about the weirdest call she ever got.

Rosa Canina

Grip the woody rose’s stem, bend before it.

ANTI-VENOM

I scream, waving her off with a bronzed arm that spent all of yesterday in the surf and the sun.

Indianapolis Nights

I am home.

Selfies

When you laugh it’s genuine. I can see it in the crinkles around your eyes.

Corcovado

My words in comparison felt like roasted mud cracking in the sun.

Gang Gang

I am Buddha, without desire. But if they want to hang, will even the Buddha say no?