Shane Book

I’m singing through the auto-tune. I’m crying through the auto-tune. The auto-tune is strong. My eating game is long. When the Canada Goose jacket got the job over me, I knew we were in a new-old era, the tallest poured concrete column in the world poured out of a water ...

He removed himself with his hands, an effort not unnoticed. People threw shells, congotronic drumming looped from the roof. At the same time, days of orphan motels, smoking for a living, public swards for romance, disgruntlement— the things that really pink a day’s ...

There is a great sadness in this poorest of lands. The only Lambo in the land belongs to my Christian friend. A Lambo is a Lamborghini, a piece of Italian art on blaster wheels. Nightly, a piece of an Italian is wheeled into the lamb I’m always on the verge of— the most ...