An Oar Cuts Through a Murky Stream

A stomach digesting itself in infinite capacities. Crudely carved pornographic shapes etched deeply into the stalls of bathrooms in public school buildings. They’ve since stopped replacing them because the way they’re bolted in makes them annoying to undo. Instead they have detention sentences where the guilty use files and scratch the vile images out like […]

Receipts

Printing receipts against rolls of paper to take stock of all the blocks being stacked together. The deviation from the plan is not a part of the game, it is the game, and from door to door all the cities can’t help but look the same. Collecting antique weapons from dusty racks at the backs […]

Hands Reach Down

A glass counter displaying universes like simple jewelry. The one eyed cat jumps gracefully from shelf to shelf, and is careful not to knock anything over. A dried out turtle shell is wrapped in newspaper then given to a girl in a dark blue sweater to carry out to a woman on a bicycle. On […]

Going

Suspended in their sleep they dig the trenches deep. Defenses are up all around them and the skies are kept cloudy thanks to a constant stream of something purely dark. Liquefied sun is sold in fast food bags, distributed directly in the back seats of cars made in the 90s. They drink it mixed with […]

What We Give Away

Carvings of animals in sections of trees borrowed from friends, and left as monuments in the middle of the local woods. They start to grow back into the earth as the moss, and mushrooms spawn against their surfaces. They are visited on infrequent occasions, often by the overly delirious just looking for some clarity. Some […]

The Weight

Tenderizing knuckles against splintering boards that make up the fence between the subdivision and the backside of a strip mall. All the workers are mixing pills with their favorite cheep beers, and thinking about the minutes between right now, and the next time they have to carry the weight. There is no point in debate […]

Wire

Light from no where passes over the wall, and she noticed through the corner of her eye. Bikes with small frames, as dark as gun metal, are driven without fear off the tops of stone staircases. The last helmet the rider ever possessed was incinerated with a lighter, and a old can of hair spray, when […]