Aim

She made a promise to herself to have no water until she hit something, out there in the foggy morning between trees that looked like they were dying, but were really simply biding all their time. The doves on the high branches cooed at each other messages that could only be related to the universal […]

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Portal

Cartoons convinced a younger me that turtles could completely leave their shells. I’d find out a short time later, having read a few more books, that all of that was bullshit and that turtles were as locked inside as I am in this skull that moves my fingers. I also remember the idea of brains […]

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Daydream

I go nowhere in this daydream I just stay at home and walk along the walls. The driver at the end of the night told me a story about the time he caught a fly ball off the bat of someone he could never name, but still it was a pretty good game. I trade […]

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Colony

Another day goes by and more cracks spread through the asphalt, creeping close across the surface that is cooling now as we approach the night. Everyone is in their rooms, if they are among the lucky, and they are pretending to be heroes by pressing buttons, or just watching some T.V. It feels like our […]

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Simple Summer

Sometimes driving is a sensory overload like all the times when she would hold her hand out the window just to feel the cold air rushing underneath her. I kept the music loud enough to drown the engine out because containing those explosions hit so close to home it almost pulled me back. We took […]

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The Wastes

We all are hoping, as we count up all the memories that make us unresponsive that it is in fact not us who have become the untold crazy ones. A swarm of flies eat a dropped cone of blue cotton candy off the concrete from the inside until there’s nothing but the paper and the […]

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Crossroad

I walked there almost every day when the morning was returning to the air. This cast out bit of farmland that hadn’t yielded anything in generations. There was a bird nest there that I liked to check up on from a distance and make sure the mourning mother didn’t need me as a savior from […]

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