pioneertown.

WILL RUSSO: Their past prime beyond mine, slack and idle. I was afraid I’d ruin my life—children, wives. Lord knows what I’ve swallowed to get here

MEGAN CARTWRIGHT: SPEW FORTH OF A SIGNATURE THAT SWALLOWS FROM SNARLS OF A SIGNATURE THAT SWALLOWS THAT SWALLOWS SIGNATURE THAT SWALLOWS A SIGNATURE THAT SWALLOWS

CHRISTINE HAMM: Then two years later, on the grass, naked psychedelics just for target practice: a daisy on her forehead, a rose on her thigh. I forgot my pants, what my feet were for, a mother’s face

JEFFREY ALLEN TOBIN: a deliberate demarcation between what was and what is. In this space I’ve carved for myself, freedom breathes quietly, a soft exhale in an empty room

ELIZABETH GAUGHAN: all I had was this job, and these nights, and if all I had was nights, I’d walk willingly into the night’s awaiting monster mouth, all sharp teeth and wet gums, and let it swallow me whole

SARAH MCLAUGHLIN: We didn’t know that soon we would rely on the most simple things to feel something—the taste of decaf coffee, the scent of rain, the crunch of a particularly large leaf.