“Invisible flames curled around him like a late summer heat that wilted flowers, singed grasses, and cracked bare earth.” –Bonnie Jo Campbell, “The Perfect Lawn,” Midwestern Gothic Issue 13.
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"We’ve never been able to fall asleep while in motion." -Aaron M. Geer, Please Don't Make…
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit by a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest…
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