Sept 1
The streetlights flicker out, and the traffic signal at the far end of Front Street’s yoke snaps on; stopping nothing, warning nothing, rushing nothing on.
—Breece D’J Pancake, from “The Honored Dead”
The streetlights flicker out, and the traffic signal at the far end of Front Street’s yoke snaps on; stopping nothing, warning nothing, rushing nothing on.
—Breece D’J Pancake, from “The Honored Dead”