Perspective

Busy with development the purple veins in their feet give good blood, according to the nurses at the donation center. They don’t pay that well but it beats having to listen to an idiot. Driving three hours each way just to buy a half, and the radio always goes silent for the last thirty miles. […]

Reckless

Standing in convertibles, reckless random numbers in a program they will never understand. Burning scraps of coupon books and letting the friction hold the flames in the air leaving clouds of ash behind them. Dogs in the field try and keep up with them but can’t hold out against the sheer endurance of the aging […]

Buried

Masks chained on halfway through long form facial surgeries. Warehouses full of old hardware, like gliders they would jump off of cliffs with, and boats that have separate slots to keep dead fish. Deflated aluminum sculptures, crushed almost purely by heat, are a sign to anyone that sees them. The open spaces they once made […]

Illegible

Nostalgic images are overrated and permeate our minds like salt through the ocean, drying out our tongues. The fight is all around us, and it is automatic, weaving under every action that we take. A smiling face cut into the surface of a frozen lake, looks upward perpetually and sees everything that passes over it […]

Cold To Just Be Close To

Wicker breaking underfoot they trampled all the baskets, leaving nothing for themselves to carry back. Bending wire from a broken fence they wrote their names in three dimensions, knocked around by only wind and displaced swarms. A goat split open by lightning still moved its lips like it was trying to drink the air, and […]

Blame

Sitting in a circle with her failures passing poorly rolled joints that are badly burning. They make the air darker than the night does with smoke that mixes well with the still cold air. She continued to feel the fingers in her hair, and how they pulled against her scalp every time she moved. Empty […]

Steel

Irritated skin can’t help but begin to scab over. They keep the words hidden in an old stone box behind locks attached to metal molded four leaf clovers. She runs her hands across them so she can see them in the dark. They are almost too cold to feel, and with this kind of steel. […]