“Is the sun really a star?” Trevor didn’t turn his gaze from the sky. He just nodded. “Is the moon a star too?” This time, Trevor looked...

In her dreams, she told him he died in his sleep. She dreamt of presenting him with his death. A veiled reaper in his kitchen imparted...

I’m one southern motherfucker All brokeback and broken teeth, Spitshine and jagged mouth— I whip-crack the sun at breakfast, hoe, I...