There’s a guy using two wrenches to drum on a metal mailbox that stands by itself in the parking lot of the local strip mall. This irritates the hockey coach in sunglasses trying to get cash from the drive through ATM about thirty yards away. He slaps the space above the cracked screen over and […]
Read More Parking Lot SceneYou 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 […]
Read More No ThanksA creature made of gears fell from the top of a ridge and impaled itself on a small tree. Its jaws opened and closed with loud metal groans while the twigs and branches worked their way between the teeth of its inner mechanisms. Eventually it could no longer move and it’s only functioning systems were […]
Read More The Creature In The TreeNumbers 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 […]
Read More The Fountain Pen
