I lost my mind in Spenard. In the middle of all that is missing, in a part of the country that others forgot. Where the silence is actually silent and the crunch of my boots on the snow form a rhythm in my head that stays in the air and in my thoughts, forever. I lost my mind in Fountain Square. Down the alleys that lead me to the bars where the people I love sit and wait. For me, a girl, a band, anything. Where others come for their culture but leave when they get enough. Where the sounds of my steps on the street rhyme like the ones on the snow.
David Strange, a graduate from the University of Southern Indiana, lives in Indianapolis, Indiana where he works as a social worker helping those with disabilities find employment. He enjoys watching soccer, playing darts and re-watching Cheers and Twin Peaks. His previous works have appeared in 'The FishHook', 'The Anchorage Press', 'Time Present, Time Past', 'The Driftwood Press' and 'The Birds We Piled Loosely'