Window Ice

Give me all the cuts you’ve got stretching out across your palms. I want our hands to line up perfectly when they hold each other. Go out to the woods across from the three rusted silos, back on the old side of town, and try to get the humming birds to notice you. We’ll play […]

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Waves

Lines form symbols which turn waves into particles so we can make use of them. They force people to shovel shredded paper, held together with wet pulp from spruce trees, into their lunchboxes. They all walk to their jobs laughing and pointing to pictures of things they wish they had, on their phones. Never once […]

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Breathing In The Cold

I am drinking at a bar getting scoffed at for asking too many questions. The T.V. in the corner has grease staining its plastic rim, no doubt put there by an angry patron who threw a sandwich due to the results of a football game. The bartender is a short woman in her forties with […]

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The Fight

Sometimes the only way not to get bit is to let the bugs crawl all over you. Take all that fear and disgust that sits vibrating at the bottom of your throat and channel it into taking control of your limbs. The centipedes will eventually get bored of your soft skin and move on to […]

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No Thanks

You can keep all the golden scales that fall off the back of the dragon you’re chasing. I don’t want to spend my time sharpening spears and arrows without being able to use them myself. It’s easy to sit across from me at a table and say I’m not doing the right thing, but I […]

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The Fountain Pen

Numbers stick to us like magnets on a fridge. Even as we lay in pieces in a pile of rusted cars and melted plastic baby dolls. The scavengers circle over head fighting for minor clauses to be squeezed into the blind corners of mandatory documents. They dip their sharp beaks into the puncture wounds and […]

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Modern Mollusk

People beat each other with pipes harvested from dismantled chain link fences for the attention of the people on the sidelines. The ladies paint their nails paying them no mind and the gentlemen go back and forth to the warehouses where all the metal comes from. It is melted down and shaped into the various […]

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Return Of The Well Hidden

A blast of thunder woke Bill violently from his sleep and his forehead collided with the wooden boards that were just inches above his face. After letting out a series of expletives he moved his eyes around to see that he was sleeping in the dirt beneath something. He could see a band of faint […]

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Number 36

There were three people left on bus 36 as it was making its last stops for the night. The lights above the seats buzzed like summer insects, and one of them was burnt out leaving the back few rows in a dark void. One of the passenger’s names was Helen and she worked at a […]

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Prescription

Ned didn’t remember what it was like to wake up every morning and not want to bash his head into every sharp corner in his small unimpressive house. He had been feeling this urge much more powerfully recently ever since his boss called him into his office and told him he was on thin ice. […]

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