Cyrus Coron

Poverty, like butchery, is the commodification of the parts to the desecration of the whole. America is a people in squalor, trafficked by godless, market-based renderings. Our bodies are monetized, while our souls are demonetized. It’s unholy, the grifts we bear. From birth house to death house, … Continue Reading

We lived out in the Tules. Fifteen miles down a rutted dirt road. Long past the sewer lines. Out past the telephone lines. Closer to Three Peaks than we were to town. Papa Skinner bought flat land when flat land was cheap. Cheap, flat land with forage and a high enough water table was a good … Continue Reading