Tag Archives: Will Elliott

Sacramento

I once lived in a a shitty apartment on Marconi, you know the kind, where the wheezy window units dangle from chipped walls just plain tired frankly of making lukewarm air, the kind of apartments where the sun-bleached fountain has … Continue reading

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Winter and Spring

I was in love once with a woman nine years older than me. It was winter then and I bought her kids an Xbox, attended band concerts and school plays. We watched Disney movies until my eyes bled and I … Continue reading

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What You Want

It is easier to see the dark side of the moon than to interpret our own dreams; those forgettable shards of soul that in the sleepy predawn, leave a glimmering path toward the truth of ourselves. So when you ask … Continue reading

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