Bukowski In Hell

I found a well where a well should never be. Burst out of the concrete down some long forgotten street, where I was lost on my way to meet a dealer. The column of water acted almost like a lens and its view cut straight down through the ground, revealing the eternal damnation of the […]

Rampage

I hold her hand tighter than my camera’s lens. A flock of wild chickens rampages through the supermarket, and they are horrified at everything they find. One of the cashiers is a bald man with one eye who spent his childhood on a farm. He is going from aisle to aisle to snap their necks […]

Great Lake Refugee

Stones stick out of the ground like teeth worn away by sandy wind. A smile with gaps like the memory of a drunk. No barrier separates the water from the sky, and caught up within them, both strong and weak swimmers kick out as far as they can. Boats nod with the waves as if […]

While

Open letters on the floor all asking for money, to be exchanged for the courtesy of no further contact. She stands on a wet bench blocking the sun, with her hands, so she could see me walking down the hill heading toward her. We don’t like to be around others because everyone seems so sad […]

Radius of The Familiar

All the neon in the street signs was blue, and all the clouds were black, but they were hanging back at a distance biding their time. New cars that matched the look of old computers, ran silently and cut across the back roads. Diesel semis were routed through the central squares, carrying batteries and everything […]

Streak

Red streaks in the wake of punches thrown a deep menacing tone trickles out of the throat of the city. Thrift shop samurai swords clip the chord’s extra slack at the edges of freshly stringed guitars. The songs they play are as violent as the fights they’ve scored the background of and no you haven’t […]

Vultures

Three turkey vulture’s, with their saggy scarlet faces, slid their beaks across the glass of her window. Their gray feathers stood out in the dark, and cast shadows on her bedroom wall. She saw them before a few times a year, maybe more, and they were hungry for whatever she had. She kept a knife […]