The Ramp Maker

I am rounded up by the people who skate in the empty lot on the corner of my street, and they say they need me to help carry something heavy. I believe their need is genuine, so I follow the posse of scuffed helmets and hand me down t-shirts to a crummy plot of dirt at the end of the […]

Bad Friend

When my friend died they lined up and down the street to say goodbye. Girls in tight sequence dresses and old teachers in fuzzy cardigans, were all crying softly to themselves waiting for their turn to touch his cold face. I don’t know why human beings need to touch things but if I had to […]

A Familiar Place

I don’t give a fuck about anything. Not since the sound started ringing perpetually in my ears. It makes my stomach sick to listen, but I’m afraid of what’s behind the lower volume. You pulled on the drawstrings that came out of my hood, making the fabric tight around my neck. I tell you all […]

Norman Door

The first pseudo intellectual I ever knew was a clarinet player with tentacles? I can’t remember the second one, but when I try to, I can only picture chalk boards with drawings of stars and sporadic squiggles that connect in the middle to form black holes among the chaos. Every day I make tally marks […]

Looking Out Across The Ice

An old man skated figure eights on the surface of a frozen lake. He thought about all the times before When he would come to this place with his friends, and they would all feel a burning in their lungs from the cold air. For some reason his old body did not falter under the […]

Vending

The vending machine clicks against the Twix bar’s shiny wrapper, and of course it proves far to good to be true. His fist comes down like a hammer on the thick plastic shield protecting the property of the unseen candy distributor. Where are you? He thought to himself staring at the crooked candy bar caught […]

Amnion Of The Depths

There were fences everywhere in the weird spaces between backyards. They ran parallel to each other and created little hallways where grass grew and was difficult to mow. Sometimes the high school kids would gather in these corridors to smoke weed or drink beer, in the summertime, or after class. The tall wooden planks sheltered […]