CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

There’s a place down the road. A poorly taken care of unkempt road. Hole the size of a small moon. The kind that swallows cars whole. Many brave cars have traveled it. With aspirations of reaching some destination. And they have fallen short. Who knows how…