Second Date? (It’s Funny What a Little Moonlight Can Do)

By Brad Rose I’m a very person. It’s not the anesthesia. Here, with you, beneath the cross-eyed moon, while we eat these silver slivered minnows, it’s like a medical condition. Last night, I dreamed we were warming our feet by a cozy forest fire, the ketchup-colored flames burning through our sleep. You, a one-fingered pianist, … Continue reading Second Date? (It’s Funny What a Little Moonlight Can Do)