Originally from Denver, Brian Robert Flynn is currently breathing the poetry and fiction of Washington, DC. His work has appeared recently or is forthcoming in Banango Street, Epigraph, ExFic, LETTERS Journal, Litro, Meat for Tea, The Quotable, Rose Red Review and theNewerYork.
High electric masts broadcast the turnpike’s hyphenations: Flat, dashed boxy. Their bold yellow glow adumbrating distance, blinking smaller then vanishing. The slow-going traffic signals…