by Mark J. Mitchell | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
His notes smell of cognac—dark old woodand finesse. The tip-snifter rests on tophis home spinet. Was a time he wouldfill it with warm, brown liquid, then practice.Now it holds dust and matchbooks. Still, he couldsmell brandy as he plunked black keys. Dark woodstill...
by Mark J. Mitchell | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
They’re always strangers,these riders,made strangerby blurred vision.Their faces—thumbprintson my useless eye. Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. Previous to the pandemic, he worked as a tour guide in San Francisco. The temporary...
