by ryan sparks Bailey sat in the booth across from me, smoking an Ultra Light that was pointed towards the sloping ceiling above us. We were sitting in Ray’s Place underneath the stairs in the early afternoon. This is the only sane time to approach Ray’s,...
by ryan sparks Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence. ‘Alice Walker Franklin Street Noise’What is it? Where is it? Who’s making all this racket? I’m driving down Western Blvd. in Raleigh, but at an ethereal intersection I...
