A Place To Run To

Away from everything, tonight, I take my chances down the unmarked winding paths that lead to nowhere. I cannot go back to that endless effort draining track that takes from us our time, and eats our fear. The trees all dance in long thin dresses swaying with the music not the wind. The birds are […]

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Killers On The Roadside

A group of warriors bound in two dimensions, built out of paint, all sat in a circle cleaning their swords on the roadside. A man walked alongside a cart pulled by a donkey whose hair was falling out. Two young women rode in the back dangling their feet above the trail. They looked at the […]

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Knower

Gothic cathedrals sketched on lined notebook paper covered her walls. She liked the way they looked next to her window. The view outside was nothing more than the plastic siding of another unhappy home. You didn’t have to walk very far to hear people scream, or see someone sit defeated on their front porch, nursing […]

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Distinctions

I don’t care if you notice me sitting here against the red brick wall that keeps the masses where they should be in the parking lot. I am unafraid of the shrimp heads, cast aside, that form mounds of thin black veins and transparent faces that no one can see the differences in. Although, to […]

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The Craft of Cringe

The world is at our command never has it been easier to see the lights getting brighter all around us. We ignore the people in our midst but stay up late with everyone at once. The age of approval is dead, this is the age of the trend, the timeline of cut branches and broken […]

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Dwelling

A pair of rusted scissors sticks out of the banister, I see it as I walk up all the stairs. The house smells like ammonia, and their burning hair. This is a lair where nails pin palms against the wallpaper, and hold pictures in place to be looked at when consumed by the skyline. The […]

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Wound

Up all night again, the people out front all just smoke and make calls on their cell phones. There are quiet fights about divorces and drug prices being had in the open for all to ignore. One gets louder and the man on the phone slams his face into the glass of the automatic door. […]

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