Pontiac

The look on her face was so indifferent to the backdrop. Poorly aged interlopers smoked cigarettes and complained how no one saw them anymore. Their jackets commemorated their old jobs building cars up in Pontiac Michigan. She doesn’t know it, and neither do they, but the car she is sitting in is one that they […]

Viewless Hill

You couldn’t see anything from that hill but still we made our climb up its far side to know it for ourselves. Her with all the pictures of the world tucked in her backpack in a notebook that only she could see. Then there was me with nothing, but the smoke that I would exhale […]

Conscript

Close enough to hear the weakly commotion in the slaughter house, a man who drives a forklift spends his free time sanding bits of lumber so it can be made into something nice to hold, and look at. Carvings of horses mid-stride and dragons from books lined his shelves along with memories of just how […]

Ambient

An old woman cuts Apollo melons in half with a machete on a wooden table. Outside the kitchen in the bar a drunk piano player stumbles over her keys, but manages to keep the warm-up beautiful. Her hair is black and damp from the humidity and it hangs down like a curtain covering her face. […]

Name

Buildings separated by concrete and cold are getting old and you can see it in the cracking paint around every single door. People wait in mass for one of those doors to open just to sit and listen about what they left at home. A hotel T.V. plays a news story about the demolition of […]

Dark

Empty swings hover above the ground when it’s dark out and there’s no one in the neighborhood. People just outside rip parking tickets off their cars and drive home from the bars. “Just stay between the lines” is all they tell themselves. We see things so much clearer from the roof and so we clamber […]

The Star

There’s a ninja star embedded in the arm chair, sitting in the open wide garage. Every couple hundred years we tear the cities down, just to put them back the way they were before. All the empty places are slowly filling. With, if nothing else, the excess from the rest. We spend our time just […]