Author Archives: Rusty

From Cor­val­lis to Far­mville, the Kesey nov­el steepled my kneecap, while a girl named Kathy chat­ted me across the Grey­hound aisle, out of kind­ness, curios­i­ty, spring fever or pity. And the piebald bovines in their green­ery, stand­ing still yet rush­ing past Tillam­ook where … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

I've cor­re­spond­ed with edi­tor Kevin Baggett a bit, and I thought I'd give him a plug here. I've already begun read­ing through the sto­ries in Issue I and it looks like it'll be a good addi­tion to the web. And … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

At the wake he real­ized he had nev­er seen her move, nev­er even saw her get up to go to the bath­room. He had only ever encoun­tered her already enthroned, fright­ful dewlaps unfold­ing as she reached out and drew him … Con­tin­ue read­ing →