by Kenneth Clay
I was driving through New Mexico. Months had passed without a word from anyone. I hadn’t even stopped anywhere or gone on other adventures. I had become a lone wolf, passing by in the background, not known by anyone. But it wasn’t too bad. I was enjoying...
by Kenneth Clay
I sat at a bar in Seattle, watching the rain pour. It seemed I had a tight cord around my neck, tugging at me. Something was deteriorating but I did not know what. It seemed that there was no difference between life and a dream anymore. I was just on a canoe, softly...
by Kenneth Clay
I was in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was just supposed to be a normal night. I’d go to the bar, have a drink, and then go home alone to my motel. I didn’t need anyone. I didn’t even want anyone. I was content with staying on the side lines, away from...
by Kenneth Clay
I was having another dream. I was lost somewhere in the arctic. The freezing wind blew ice and snow in all directions. I couldn’t see more than five feet in front of me. I was out there in the cold, sightless and completely alone. But then, a black goat...
by Kenneth Clay
I had bought a used car with my money from working construction. And before I knew it, I was back on the road. The only problem was that the radio was attached to nothing but wires. So it’d randomly fall out when driving. I never got it fixed. The radio just sat...
