Look Around

The black and white T.V. matched up with all the photos hung around it like the room was dedicated to the past. Steep hills climbed up with wooden stairs that have been there since the high school’s first enrollment. All towns must have their place like this where the tragedy is stored, like an old […]

Knock Off

A school bus that just does circles through the neighborhood and never stops is making so much noise I cannot think. It’s like a garbage truck that’s empty so the hollow shell makes sounds that resonate much further without weight. When I leave the house the neighbors are smoking in the rain debating about the […]

Tidal

A rocky beach with crashing waves where shells the size of lampshades are pulled from the gray sand just like dust out of the corner of your eye. The bright red sky is like an exit wound for the whole earth and the blood is being drained in the shape of a spiral by just […]

Long Gone

She feels the breeze on her bare feet and leans back to hold the sun against her neck. Her hair is the color of sand and is tied up with a band as red as the frozen cocktail in her hand. The backyard flowers are mostly dead, but the ones that lived are drawing from […]

Dim

Three people, at different levels of disarray, kneel or lean against the outer wall of where they all return late in their nightmares. There’s a fence between them and the trees meant to keep out all that’s not supposed to be there, but on those smoke breaks with the migrations of the dullest birds above […]

Footsteps

A cut up cactus lies in pieces in the sand and is overtime completely covered by the land. Roadkill is scraped like ice off the asphalt mostly raccoons and stray dogs left running free. Through the branches you can see the beginning of the other side of town where there is everything you could want […]

Paperwork

I am waiting on some paperwork out here with my hand around the banister, looking at the moon. The neighborhood is still awake I can hear it very clearly on this step between the first floor and the second. The distant sounds of skateboard wheels pressed rough against the concrete remind me there are people […]