At first I didn’t mind living next door to a mad scientist but after a while I started to get irritated by the insane laughter coming from his laboratory at all hours of the day and night.
The next day, I bought the cheapest plane ticket I could find and booked a night in the Super 8 outside of Coeur d’Alene. The room had red checkered half-curtains and free toothpaste.
Gutters reads America’s remaining local print newspapers to create a found poetry of lost housing. All text is found spanning the gap (‘gutter’) between two or more adjacent columns of newsprint in articles pertaining to the housing crisis, land conservation, and climate catastrophe.
When I think of setting, I like using the word figment, because it’s defined as something that a person believes to be real, but only exists in their imagination.