Static

Cheap plastic lights line the walk way from the driveway to the front door. The light above the porch was foggy from the swarm that gathered around it. It was mostly just mosquitoes and some moths. Static fields bend trees like kids with wads of clay, and drain the day of any light it carried […]

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Punishment

Heavy gates regulate the space preventing direct paths from each of them to each other. She talks with friends about the way her drink tastes and lets her fingers go numb from the cold glass. He walks by her old house in the early morning when it’s still dark, and stands for a second in […]

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Highway

Pointless trips to the East just to check in on things. The car a segment in a giant worm weaving it’s way across the landscape. The husks of old semi tires melt into the asphalt, like gum does when it’s left there. She is leaning against the window with her headphones on and I cannot […]

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Count

She fell asleep before the end of the movie. They got calls about the black spot branching out from the space underneath their air conditioner. They got a letter about how things were going in the part of the state where everything was wrapped up in mist from the woods. That’s where the leaves in […]

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Over Thought

Sanding the edges so they don’t cut into what slides across them. There is no sound tonight, but everything is listening carefully. They twist the dials and cycle through every pattern they have available until blades of light cut through the room, sharpened by the window panes. She runs her finger over the rings that […]

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Man Made Pond

Frayed rope hanging from hooks in the shed. A sandbox overgrown with weeds like a graveyard for half buried action figures forgotten about by their owners. Looking for rocks in the grass to protect spinning blades and the shade doesn’t cover enough to matter. They beg for one more chance to make it right, they […]

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Automatic

The water separates then runs together in the cracks in the floor. America is the kind of drunk that would stab himself between the ribs just to prove he doesn’t give a fuck. Sunny days are wasted one right after the other, and they expect it at their desks with their jet black daily planners, […]

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