Tag Archives: Steve Wheat

Country Real Estate

After pacing his house for sixty years, his body became those hardwood floors, that groan under the pressure of footsteps. He strode silently for fifteen of those years before bending into the slope of his cane, slumping into the black … Continue reading

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Bleach

I live in a dirty town, gray as the ethereal hair of the widows who live in the burned out peaks of Johnson City. I wipe grime from a thin window, which clouds like a snow globe, left to dust … Continue reading

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