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