No amount of strobe lighting or pineapple White Claw could make Brendan Dixon look like anything other than the face of death. He is still the color of cornstarch, still proportioned like Gumby, st…| Flash Frog
Father has a new red girlfriend. Red hair, red face, red man hands. A bog creature. My mother had been all white, untouched. This girlfriend, Marta, is trying to break into my room with a knife. I’…| Flash Frog
We filled our arms with cool bottles of syrupy soda, strawberry licorice, peanut butter crackers, crinkle-cut potato chips—as much as we could carry. Throwing our heads back under the fluorescent l…| Flash Frog
