Crooked Landing

She stands in the center of a hollowed out tree and breaths in the smoke of the burning leaves held in her hands. With many simple demands she gets every single thing that she asks for. With an old electric saw two old men cut a hole in a frozen lake and start to shake […]

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She pulls it from the pile to hold together all that is her world. A collection of papers covered in a sleepless night of work, that had her sitting in the lobby almost dreaming. Silver in a spiral shape that wasn’t circular but still without the corners. She turned it in to just get rid […]

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They all walk along the piled snow and talk about how nothing makes any sense, the jackets that they wear are made out of recycled curtains from demolished old hotels. Some run their saws along the branches of the scattered trees because the shade just isn’t needed in the winter. Drawings of women in ash […]

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Winter gray today with all its luster, I burn the soles of my bare feet on the cold ground of the parking lot. There’s a child’s car seat in the open dumpster facing me and it is covered in dried vomit that almost looks like thick blood. The grass surrounding everything is soaked from the […]

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Her favorite stars and prison bars have all aligned and look just like a smile. She stands on paper ankles that can’t help but sway and today she knows the world can become a talking head that calls to all the galaxies and skies. Working for copper that they churn out for a loss to […]

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