Failed Erasure

During the day he made his living painting houses and the interiors of buildings, usually over old faded attempts at constructing somewhere else from where they were. He was assigned to paint the inside of a warehouse, and he felt the open can begin to fall when he first saw all the walls. They were […]

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Spread

Twigs stick out of industrial fans collected on the property. They are all completely corroded and cannot spin. Our time is thin like plastic wrap holding together a wad of money that looks too new to spend. A mask in the likeness of a giraffe goes face to face with the camera in the cash […]

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Heat

Songs made only from handed down guitars and the lyrics of those with no hope pour out the windows of cars and trucks parked erratically in the lot where business is bad. On the inside they are flooded with the disappointment of another day with someone as their master. Paperwork and phone calls are the […]

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Used To Be Somewhere

Houses on the sides of hills, you see them from the highway. The apple trees are overflowing, and the fruit just falls to rot among the roots. Garages full of people crowding around one T.V. so they can see a city team win just for them. Whole towns age along with their populations and whenever […]

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The Line

The whole line halts like a tire spinning in the snow. Someone couldn’t let go and had their hand chewed up by gears in a moment made of thoughtless ambiguity. Over twenty years doing the exact same thing and now with one mistake he was as useless as the meat in the machine. There was […]

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Stone

Open shades, like slowly waking eyes, have such a narrow field of vision for the world to move around in and without. Plastic bottles picked off by air powered rifles leak their green and red juices all over the wooden fence and feed the grass with all their sugar made from nothing. Little girls touch […]

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Wreath

Everything that’s going on is wrong the wind is getting strong, and I can’t tell which way, between these concrete reaches for the sky, will take me to the place I want to be. She just stands and looks out at the sea, and wonders what is down there and hopes that I am above […]

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