Fire And Trickery

Erosion licks the metal like an owl in a hat. The past two days take hold of us, and guide our way back to the cove we set out from. Notches on the edge of the deck are made with an old whaling spear that was only used once for real, and it was on […]

The Maze

The corpses of a million used light bulbs cover the landfill like skeletons in the the catacombs. They sound like dampened wind chimes when you drag your feet through them looking for anything of value in the carnage around you. We’ve never known what to do with all our extra stuff, but our jobs have […]

Station

Scissors with handles that look like eyes, cut through cardboard boxes that are left in the back near the broken water fountain. Footprints left in gray slush on the road melt away in the morning and are replaced with the weak first layer of skin at the bottoms of bare feet. A woman loads her […]

Searching

Tangled cords unwrap themselves like she does in the mornings when she arches her back and reaches forward with her arms. Things are never fully done; like a book that keeps growing additional pages in the same way humans cultivate fingernails. There is a methodology in the pain we all go through, and part of […]

Value Of A Bag Of Gold

Months on the calendar look like the grids on the pages of notebooks meant for math. They beg you to add up your days and take inventory of all your time. Observing anything inherently changes whatever is observed, and if you want to survive out here on the game board all aspects of yourself must […]

Sound Of The Grasshoppers

They haven’t needed to burn books in years to keep people from reading them. Narcotics are given out like Halloween candy and their chalk like texture is soothing to the people that take them daily with lemon lime soda. Hours are spent on pool decks doing yo-yo tricks and watching as girls jump from the […]

Nameless Music

Vertical scars mark the skin on her shins and she searches for answers in her memories, but doesn’t find them. The chain on her bike breaks every year at random times and recently she hasn’t even been riding. She used to have long conversations with a boy that was always mowing people’s yards for money. […]