Freeways | The Snow of the Universe
“I am not convinced that virtue lies between two extremes, But that’s what I’m considering as I wax my board.” –Frank Gaspar, “September Tropical” Freeways After “Argument” by Corrinne Clegg Hales Some afternoon on the forty-one in Fresno, I stare into the winter sky and wonder why seagulls come. They remind me of tour buses,... Continue Reading →