Lee Quinones
She dreamed of that big, fat, record deal. He dreamed of a shelf full of awards, twin Pulitzers front and center. He dreamed of highbrow people with martini glasses talking culture before his exhibit in that gallery, you know, that gallery. But them found themselves knocked off their ladders by ornate gates with not so […]
A cloud of cobalt paint dusted the edge a fat, black outline and she pulled back to spread it out. The cans of yellow, blue and white rattled around in her duffel bag like hostages that didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut. The yard was quiet, and she knew when the train would […]
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