Colony

Another day goes by and more cracks spread through the asphalt, creeping close across the surface that is cooling now as we approach the night. Everyone is in their rooms, if they are among the lucky, and they are pretending to be heroes by pressing buttons, or just watching some T.V. It feels like our […]

Read More Colony

Simple Summer

Sometimes driving is a sensory overload like all the times when she would hold her hand out the window just to feel the cold air rushing underneath her. I kept the music loud enough to drown the engine out because containing those explosions hit so close to home it almost pulled me back. We took […]

Read More Simple Summer

The Wastes

We all are hoping, as we count up all the memories that make us unresponsive that it is in fact not us who have become the untold crazy ones. A swarm of flies eat a dropped cone of blue cotton candy off the concrete from the inside until there’s nothing but the paper and the […]

Read More The Wastes

Crossroad

I walked there almost every day when the morning was returning to the air. This cast out bit of farmland that hadn’t yielded anything in generations. There was a bird nest there that I liked to check up on from a distance and make sure the mourning mother didn’t need me as a savior from […]

Read More Crossroad

Implications Of The Prologue

Sometimes it feels like I went to high school with the whole world all at once. The banners in the hallway were a symbol of the box we all were stuck in. The tests were centered around movies we’d have to watch to find the answers, and they would almost never be there, so clearly […]

Read More Implications Of The Prologue

School Night

The houses look like caved in faces at the fruition of a fight. Expensive dresses stand on their own on every sidewalk and hold their cigarettes between the fingers of their gloves made out of silk, that are filled by nothing, but still function at their best as almost arms. Middle school kids eat fast […]

Read More School Night

Gamble

They placed bets with the spirit of all streetlights in a pool of dark where no one could find them. Its hands were cold like tiles in the Winter and the webbing in between them was transparent just like plastic but with a pattern that resembled something scaled. They hitchhiked out there across several Western […]

Read More Gamble