This Is About Smoking
I’m coming apart like the first cigarette I ever rolled. Loose, slobbering, and burning too fast.
White LightningEssays After Eighty
A Carnival of Losses: Notes Nearing Ninety
Send them flying away from you.
Wray: Not really. It’s just a clear case of you or him.
Tropic of Cancer
I know I’m not the first to tease death with safe danger and dumb hope and shaky faith, and I won’t be the last.
Luke Wiget lives in Nashville. His work has appeared in Vol. 1 Brooklyn, BOMB, The Millions, The Rumpus, among others. He won the 2015 Quidity Lit Editors Prose Prize and was included in the Wigleaf Top Short Fictions 2014. Luke edits dD, a magazine and small press. You can find him on Twitter @godsteethandme.
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