Joel Page is a public defender in Dallas, where he writes briefs for federal prisoners, and now this. His fiction has appeared in Word Machine Magazine, the Red Dirt Review, and is forthcoming in Thimble Literary Magazine. He shares his home with his wife Peggy, and cats Woodward and Bernstein (pictured). He is indebted to Harry Kim of Los Angeles for observing the similarity between the headlights of cars entering Las Vegas and a line of ants in 1995.
“I am a carpet of pornography formed by discarded sex worker advertisements along the Las Vegas strip, circa 1995.” So begins Joel Page’s blithely surreal tale of sex, commerce, and the personification of the object.