Distractions by Wynn Everett “On the way back from Rockport you’re more likely to catch the end of a Texas tailstorm than some other routes,” he’d whisper, cigarette in hand. His words of wisdom stayed with me like the rings of smoke he’d puff around my face each morning. I’d never been outside of Angleton […]

Block E.

Block E. by Panos Panagiotopoulos Don’t bring me cigarettes in prison; each time I smoke, your face will burst in spirals, your face will travel through the corridors of Block E, under dim light and broken eyes, dispersing. Like your face in spirals, I will disperse under dim lights and broken eyes, filling the lungs […]