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
My eyes glazed over as I drifted on the way to Birdland. Something about this Podunk desert town made me sleepy. Most of it was just empty space. Vast mountains. Rolling hills. And up in the sky, surrounded by shades of indigo, a thin moon hung. It was evening. I had...
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
I think most reading this know of the mythos surrounding insanity and genius. We’ve all heard of the “tortured artist” Vincent Van Gogh. And I’m also sure that most of us have heard of Hunter S. Thompson, a man who would soak his brain in...
by Kenneth Clay
Since I was little, I would always do things my own way. I would pave my own path, a new path. I remember being six-years-old and wanting snacks, but it wasn’t 10 A.M. yet. So, in my childhood wisdom, I changed the clocks to 10 A.M. and I got that snack. My mom...
by Kenneth Clay
Hello there. I want to update this blog once a week, every Friday. But tonight it’s 2 A.M. and I’ve been struck with inspiration, so enjoy! Since finishing my novel H, I’ve been at a standstill. Where should I go? What should I do? I have several...
