Wave to Burning Homes, Stop and Stare by Eric Fershtman
HE OLD MAN John, all gone dead and buried, and here me shouting the unanswered into mirrors, windows, sunglasses, puddles of fetid water. It’s not polite to leave a person like that, I shout. Not cool or forgivable. Still too much cartilaginous and fibrous selves to explain. Nothing left to me, all I do is shout. ...click here to READ MORE