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Feathers on the surface of a pond spinning slowly carried further by wind that knocked leaves off trees. Fishing lures caught in branches reaching over the shoreline rusted from the rain. A woman in tattered overalls sandblasting old paint off a beat up van to choose a different color. The plastic walrus mask, in the […]

Another Cursed Body Of Water

Balled up pages of unread newspapers kicked around by bored kids waiting for their parents to arrive. One picked at scabs on his forearm stopping the small amount of bleeding with simple pressure. The others all just thought that he was weird. They listened down the road for the familiar sounds of used car engines […]

Outcast Collage

Articles in checkout line magazines about old men that claim to have had sex with alien women. Sometimes upside down while caught up in tractor beams. A cinematographer so obsessed with light she sought out back alley surgeons and technologists to give her better eyes. With money and her open thighs she got the operation […]

Sundays

People pace around on their toes, on Sundays, afraid to go back to their bosses. The cars all sit lifeless in the parking lot, petrified until they are told. The strays have nothing to eat, and drink the water dripping down the length of rusted downspouts, hoping all the lights will stay off. Still, they […]

A Vague Description of The Surrealist Figure Skating Semi-Finals

A frozen pond that bled as skates would cut it. The ice made out of flesh of every color. The skater’s legs constructed from the poles that held up shower curtains. The rest of them made out of metal ducts, bought in necessary bulk from the hardware store, and the judges were just a single […]

Fly At The Foot Of The Bed

She lays down in bed, her purple comforter covered in jagged red lines. It swallows her up like the dark slowly eats the horizon. She touches herself bringing up memories in her mind of past flings. They appear rapidly with the movement of her fingers. The life guard at the beach when she was sixteen. […]

Tempo

People talking at the entrance to a dance and to their side is a girl, dressed just as nice, drinking wine from a bottle, on the curb, because chatting is boring. Billiard players missing all their shots, leaning back in their chairs with their forearms pressed against their foreheads, not knowing what it is they […]