If you lost your mannequin's head, its on the side of the highway, approximately one-hundred and ten miles north of Mexico, in the vicinity of one of the rainbow houses, but not too far from the jail. This is no ordinary mannequin head. He comes with a full head of

It's Mother's Day. KT comes into town. There's a garage sale down the road from my house. We park before the rambling chainlink fence, the yard of dirt packed with sun-bleached stuff. Tables of broken, outdated strips of plastic and rusty metal fill our vision. KT finds several oxidized wind

#vanlife It's a thing. I see them all the time. Vans in their various sizes and values– Sprinter vans with surf racks, decommissioned plumber rigs with the only back window boarded in plywood, the previous's owner's buisness lettering still visible. The van occupants, like the vans in which they live,