Rich Evans visited the coastal cities of northern Europe tramping around as a fire room wiper in the Merchant Marine, but now the rolling prairies of the Midwest have replaced the rolling seas, and places are explored from the inside out. His non-fiction work has appeared in The American Farriers Journal and the Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association.
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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