Vulture Culture

Despite being mid-summer in rural Pennsylvania, down in the bowels of this 1980’s ranch-style house, the air feels cool and dry— perfect for storing perishables, or mounted deer heads. Clack, clack, clack; thump. The sound of billiard balls echoes through the drafty, oddity-filled room.

“Get to the Basement”

I park my beat up, dented, blue Subaru on Centre Avenue, a broad, empty street in the neighborhood of Oakland, …

In Loving Memory

Someday, you will die. A sentence so jarring prompts a visceral reaction because Death is uncomfortable. Especially in western cultures, …