by Kenneth Clay
Depending on the article you read, psychologists will say that there are a certain number of types of loneliness. Whether it’s three, seven, or fifteen, there are different types of loneliness, which boil down to two main types. These are: 1. Existential...
by Kenneth Clay
When Cameron first saw my car, he mentioned going to Seligman, AZ and, “seeing what my car can do.” Seligman was a 120 miles away, and I had three-hundred miles. I also had ten-dollars for gas money. I called up Cameron and he answered rather quickly. “What’s...
by Kenneth Clay
It began five days ago. Josiah had called me up, saying that his babymama was gone for the week, and invited everyone to stay while she was gone. He ordered us all to bring alcohol, cigarettes, vapes, weed, and food. It was going to be a wild fucking week. I was at my...
by Kenneth Clay
The drive up to Maine was quiet. We weren’t arguing, jamming needles in our veins, or any of that shit. But there was just something missing. Everything we had, our friendships, our dynamics, had all fallen apart. We had beat our demons, we had healed, but there...
by Kenneth Clay
Payte wanders the highway with his fists curled up inside his pockets. His breathing is panicked. Adrenaline courses through his veins. Return to me, Payte. Heed my calling, feel my words, really, just let them flow through. I need you. And you need me. Let’s be...
