Good Night, My Love: FICTION

By Kameryn James He can get quite energetic and restless at night. He shifts about or heads outside for fresh air in the pitch black. Often, he keeps me up. When he finally settles into bed, I run my fingers through his hair, my nails gently raking his tense scalp. His dark locks feel inhumanly…

Subversive Business: Tips From The Poor Man

Poor Man Brian is on the road this week and had some thoughts to share with all of you here at home in Idaho… As Tiffany’s laptop and pad bag is pulled from T.S.A. pre-check, I think about America. Look at us, we strive for mediocrity. There’s nothing like a cross country trek to show…