End Of The Evening

A van full of kids who all think they’ve grown up, nodding their heads with music bursting out of the speakers like splattered paint. The evening is ending, and it gets darker from the bottom up. She coats the window with her breath, and then draws using the blurry scenery as an endless backdrop. Their […]

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Credit

Feathers on the surface of a pond spinning slowly carried further by wind that knocked leaves off trees. Fishing lures caught in branches reaching over the shoreline rusted from the rain. A woman in tattered overalls sandblasting old paint off a beat up van to choose a different color. The plastic walrus mask, in the […]

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Another Cursed Body Of Water

Balled up pages of unread newspapers kicked around by bored kids waiting for their parents to arrive. One picked at scabs on his forearm stopping the small amount of bleeding with simple pressure. The others all just thought that he was weird. They listened down the road for the familiar sounds of used car engines […]

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Outcast Collage

Articles in checkout line magazines about old men that claim to have had sex with alien women. Sometimes upside down while caught up in tractor beams. A cinematographer so obsessed with light she sought out back alley surgeons and technologists to give her better eyes. With money and her open thighs she got the operation […]

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Sundays

People pace around on their toes, on Sundays, afraid to go back to their bosses. The cars all sit lifeless in the parking lot, petrified until they are told. The strays have nothing to eat, and drink the water dripping down the length of rusted downspouts, hoping all the lights will stay off. Still, they […]

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Fly At The Foot Of The Bed

She lays down in bed, her purple comforter covered in jagged red lines. It swallows her up like the dark slowly eats the horizon. She touches herself bringing up memories in her mind of past flings. They appear rapidly with the movement of her fingers. The life guard at the beach when she was sixteen. […]

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Tempo

People talking at the entrance to a dance and to their side is a girl, dressed just as nice, drinking wine from a bottle, on the curb, because chatting is boring. Billiard players missing all their shots, leaning back in their chairs with their forearms pressed against their foreheads, not knowing what it is they […]

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Backboard

A basketball net hanging by a single loop from a broken backboard, and a rusted hoop. Styrofoam cups in the holes of the fence praising the work of our global defense. Satellite lasers cut words into the Earth. They can’t be read from the ground so we don’t know what they’re worth. Don’t hold on […]

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Signs

Green signs above the highway so apparent in my vision, but quite far from what I’m thinking about. I am thinking about her and all the magic things she says while cutting up junk mail marked in bland ink with both her name and mine. The privacy fences in the neighborhood do little for actual […]

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