Old Fables

A carving of a woman’s torso in the red metal that makes up the bathroom stall explains to kids on car rides what their parents always hide behind old fables. The scary parts of life always sneak up on people now appearing as a glitch in the illusion. Like looking through a tinted window at […]

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Long Forgotten Skies

Plastic crates nailed together made up the legs of the table. I remember them from when I opened up my eyes after a night of little sleep there in the winter. Getting up early was worth it for the people just passing through, there was so much to do between the house up on the […]

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Hexagons cut into all the picnic tables. Humidity like the inside of a shoe. I sit there with the sharply drawn graffiti, and the think about the world now without you. We built a wooden bridge together over a small stream in the deepest parts of the trail so people wouldn’t have to get their […]

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My main memory of her is seen through foggy glasses. Every time she comes to mind I have to give myself permission not to listen. We all have things we don’t like to think about usually rooted in our pain or someone else’s. I watch a hand slam down on a knife, the blade sticks […]

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A goat’s eye looks back at her through the bars overlapping the storm drain. The smell of mud and other damp and dark sources reach through the confines not satisfied with being underground. They are kept there as a punishment for saying the same things repeatedly and then complaining no one understands the message. Talons […]

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