Noon, Eli Holley
Cleaning, 48X60, John Brosio Noon “I feel like spider-webs are attacking me.” “Really?” “Uh-huh.” My stomach gurgled. I don’t know why. You could feel mortars billowing through flesh-jungles from Fort Lewis like bright thunder, rehearsing for The End of Days. Neo-Nazis were planning to gather at the capital on the day before the 4th […]