I dream of flying, of truly being free
like a young, wild, unassuming
Keanu “Charlie” Reeves.
Held aloft by wires, bathed in neon green
In chartreuse bullet time, hanging effortlessly.
Kevin M. Flanagan is a writer, performer, and artist living in Phoenix, Arizona. When Kevin was three years old, he pushed a sheet metal screw up his nose. It was there for some time before being discovered, and required a trip to the emergency room to remove. This is Kevin’s earliest memory. His work has featured in the Exposition Review, The Daily Drunk, and Dark Fire Fiction. He can be reached at kevinmflanagan.com and followed on Twitter @kevindischord.