Jason Sposeto — The Monarch Review
Fires – Jason Sposeto
Tuesday, December 2, 2014 11:07 — 2 Comments
Years ago, in another life, I woke to look out the smeared window of a Greyhound bus I had been riding all night. Ahead of us on the horizon, there was a red pinprick of light. We were traveling through the countryside on a long two-lane highway and the night was pitch dark—the light was like a match struck in a basement or the glint off an animal’s eyes as it circles a campfire. Several of the passengers from the opposite side of the bus had gathered around and were looking out at the light. One of them, a large, […]
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