Rich Ferguson

Jimmy and I drifted through the circus crowd on a magic carpet combo of weed, brews, Jimmy’s mom’s codeine cough medicine, and the downers I’d swiped from my mom’s medicine cabinet. All around us laughter and merry-g...

Rich Ferguson

She She is an amnesiac moon, a lunatic laundromat robbing me of my quarters. She has tombstone tarot cards; ties my pulse into a hangman’s knot. She is a forever leaving ship; my arms ache from perpetually...