Kendall L. Witherspoon has never won a Pushcart but once pushed one in Nosara, Costa Rica, where he searched for the great American short story and the elusive jaguarundi. A creative director and graduate of the College for Creative Studies in Detroit, his design work has appeared in Communication Arts Magazine and has sold everything from piston rings to magicians. He’s a self-taught writer and this is his first publication.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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