Ruined By The Rain

Melting snow mixes well with the dirt on the street creating gray slush that turn to dark puddles under our footsteps. Old men drink coffee next to the restaurant’s large windows and scan the pages of newspapers that only exist because of people like them. Brothers and sisters carry fat T.V.s out to the curb […]

The Persimmon Tree

It’s impossible to know what I want. Something like a paradox would occur if I ever found it. I catch glimpses of it in my dreams like you do with money on the sidewalk, or something with teeth in the woods. I’m always too slow to catch it though, or if I do I never […]

Playgrounds For Ghosts

Landscapers carry numerous gargoyle statues out of the back of their truck and place them almost haphazardly around the garden across the street. If you look closely at any carpet there’s always bits of something caught up in the vast forest of fibers. Rowdy kids with toilet paper turn entire streets into playgrounds for ghosts […]

If You Get Sad

I have started seeing veins in my hands, just like my mothers, and they scare me. I don’t want to get older, but I’ve never been able to stop it before. It’s like the way out looks nothing like a door, but something completely different. I don’t know why I gave away the crushed up […]

How To Sew In The Dark

She stitches together little dolls with bits and pieces of her inside them, and has bad dreams about them waking up and not knowing that they aren’t supposed to be alive. Not that it would make things better for them if they knew this information, it would mainly just make things transparent, which upon further […]

The Fourth

Arcade machines with broken screens are stacked in piles next to a crumbling statue of some guy in old clothes. A woman raking leaves tells her son the story about how the world got to where it was, and doesn’t leave out all the details involving graphic violence. Something with seventeen eyes and twice as […]

Red Strings

I don’t know how I’m feeling today. It’s almost like I’ve never been alive before, and all I can remember is just a dream of random fragments that have no connection. They cut the threads one at a time, and watch as it unravels itself into a pile on the floor. The mass of red […]