Smiles

Angry dogs break their chains and kill each other because they think its what we want. The long knife stabbed into the side of her mattress is a last line of defense for if the social contract fails her, and the world decides it’s fine to take her place away. The water collects everything and […]

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Latchkey

Kids dig through their parents drawers to find anything that tells them whats been hidden. This could be as small as the password for all the blocked T.V. channels or a letter about some baggage in the past. Although it’s all mostly trash. Old magazines about outdated entertainment for people who don’t like to read. […]

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Snow Piles

Black snow saturated with the outer most layer of the pavement pushed into piles that take the shape of infected lungs. We walk between them and pretend it’s getting warmer when we all know that it isn’t, and if nothing else, they remind us what we make out here. Long trips between one state and […]

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The Gate

The white door is locked from both the inside and the other, and there are red ants crawling all along its sides. She watches how they wander since they stand out so well against what they have conquered, and she finds there is no reason to the directions that they take, or any destination they […]

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Crooked Landing

She stands in the center of a hollowed out tree and breaths in the smoke of the burning leaves held in her hands. With many simple demands she gets every single thing that she asks for. With an old electric saw two old men cut a hole in a frozen lake and start to shake […]

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Paperclip

She pulls it from the pile to hold together all that is her world. A collection of papers covered in a sleepless night of work, that had her sitting in the lobby almost dreaming. Silver in a spiral shape that wasn’t circular but still without the corners. She turned it in to just get rid […]

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Shade

They all walk along the piled snow and talk about how nothing makes any sense, the jackets that they wear are made out of recycled curtains from demolished old hotels. Some run their saws along the branches of the scattered trees because the shade just isn’t needed in the winter. Drawings of women in ash […]

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