Trace Estes, managing editor of Alsop Review, lives in the Shadows and likes the view. For thirty-five years, he has been forced to write by a pissed-off demon with a trident. Recent publications include Tilt, WORM #34, kaleidowhirl, Centrifugal Eye and the print anthologies Mind Mutations and Slow Dancing to Invisible Music.
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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