Stone

Open shades, like slowly waking eyes, have such a narrow field of vision for the world to move around in and without. Plastic bottles picked off by air powered rifles leak their green and red juices all over the wooden fence and feed the grass with all their sugar made from nothing. Little girls touch […]

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Wreath

Everything that’s going on is wrong the wind is getting strong, and I can’t tell which way, between these concrete reaches for the sky, will take me to the place I want to be. She just stands and looks out at the sea, and wonders what is down there and hopes that I am above […]

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Joke

Hundreds of frogs jump out of the stream at once making the bank move like a curtain, and the insects in the air are quickly slaughtered. A foreman dips while measuring the work of his subordinates. He likes how the bits of glass tear through his gums. A kid in class just can’t control his […]

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Mall Mentality

People wander just like eyes across the shopping mall, around the giant tree with glass and lights you could see yourself in. It makes a good case for the idea that decorations shape the world. What kind of place could we make if we rearranged the things hung on the walls? She spills her thoughts […]

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The Bulldogs

Sometime in the forties a girl drew a bulldog in her notebook. It had a cartoon sort of style in the line work and most clearly in its eyes. This sketch changed hands over the decades eventually found by a company contracted to design mascots for public schools being constructed in the city. The bulldog […]

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Hemisphere

She was an arcade cabinet that only answered emails, with a decal painted on that looked like space. I followed all the subtle signs she gave me, and the long walk home’s the first thing I remember. We move faster in the cold because the air is light. Empty of the energy, but with an […]

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Trace

Last summer seems so far away, and even with the shifting hallways of the present, where I am is not the place I need to be. A person in a mask with chains attached to a loop on the back of their jacket drags the metal through the street and the links make yellow sparks […]

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