by Kenneth Clay
I was in the midst of a dream. I was on a cruise, far below on the bottom deck. Through the porthole, I could see the water rising and the sun reflecting off it. The sunset was beautiful. Cages were lined across the walls. Inside, were dogs all growling and barking. I...
by Kenneth Clay
There I was. Sitting at another bar in downtown Billings, Montana, stoned off my ass. I had smoked a blunt on the way here. And then I smoked a blunt outside. Lately I had felt that same empty loneliness and weed always did the trick of getting rid of it. I...
by Kenneth Clay
I suddenly found myself back in Las Vegas. I did not know why I came back, but I did remember just following the highways and seeing where it took me. I met this one girl who was standing outside a hotel just staring off into the distance. I tried getting her number...
by Kenneth Clay
I was at a bar in Dallas. I had driven from Minnesota in a week. What took so long was the fact that I just decided to spin around in circles across the Midwest. It was rather cheap there, so I still had a good surplus of money. I’d stash it inside the seats,...
by Kenneth Clay
On a train in Minnesota. I boarded it two hours before with no goal in sight. I simply liked the act of traveling. I stared out the window and saw the forests, the rivers, and even the trees dead from bushfires. We had passed through a town that seemed dusty and old...
by Kenneth Clay
Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I had driven here from Vegas in three days. I wasn’t sure what to expect. More casinos, more bars, and perhaps even something a little different? After what had happened with Cassandra, I decided I needed a break from shallow...
by Kenneth Clay
Midnight. Somewhere outside a motel six in downtown Phoenix. The full moon was in the sky and surrounded by gray, ghastly clouds. It was seventy-six degrees outside. A fine summer night. An even finer night for meeting someone. Outside room two-seventy-six, a woman...
by Kenneth Clay
This is a project I’m working on inspired by my short story Cassie. It’s basically the same premise. A psychopathic young man who cannot connect with others on an aimless road trip across the country. It’s split into several interconnected short...
by Kenneth Clay
My father and I used to always be at each other’s throats. We’d scream and argue all the time and we’d never treat each other well. Because of this, I mentioned a line about this in my Soft White Underbelly interview a year-and-a-half ago and it...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out. Blank Arizona fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far distance, a herd of cows. Under my tire laid a roadkill raccoon. I leaned against my car, puffing on a cigarette. The sun was high in the...
