|Cover photo and design Gary Coyen|
Gallery of Ghosts
I grew up in a gallery of ghosts, whispering over and over that I was not enough. When Joe offered to drive me somewhere else, I didn’t hesitate. In the truck stop, I served Joe his burger and fell for his hands….
Coming back from a fishing trip on the Kitty Hawk pier, we glide down the North Carolina coastal highway, wind beating me back against the seat, my sunburnt legs sticking straight out over the floorboard…