Scarlet

Dry eyes forced open on the screen. In a mandatory version of a dream. I cannot find a reason yet to close them. I see you standing between two mountains. Both looming over you like they were looking down. If they were water you would drown. Your eyes split horizontally, and through those brand new […]

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Sparks

At a rest stop between the East coast and the West, I call her and tell lies about the scenery. Long stretches of farmland have always reminded her of being young and having nowhere else to go. This is a fact I cannot help but know. In the space next to me a man downs […]

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Holdouts

Boundless dead grass between rusted barbed wire fences. Cattle eaten from the outside in by black flies around the size of a fist. There is a broken banjo on the porch of a house made of splintered boards, and the clouds move towards it, with hope that they will wash it all away. Only the […]

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Struggle

Two neighborhood bands spend the night in garages wrapped in Christmas lights even though it’s the summertime. They create dissonance as they try to be the loudest and if you stood between them you would feel the push and pull of all reality. The guitar players are doing everything to melt their strings with all […]

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Leaving

She’s been awake since the start of the weekend. Practicing her magic on me, through the speaker in her phone, and not long after that we got together in person. She said she’s been obsessed with leaving since she first learned how to read. The whole world was a forest and every word was like […]

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The Fox

The crowd gets restless when the lights never go down, and the doors behind the blank screen all are sealed, just like the lips she paints bright red for you. After spotting a ladder to the roof she finally tells you the truth she never thought that being with you could be boring. She wants […]

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Bukowski In Hell

I found a well where a well should never be. Burst out of the concrete down some long forgotten street, where I was lost on my way to meet a dealer. The column of water acted almost like a lens and its view cut straight down through the ground, revealing the eternal damnation of the […]

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