Sandlot

An empty neighborhood baseball field with weeds tearing through the sand like index fingers through the membranes of plastic grocery bags. I sit in the bleachers still silver after all this time. An old wooden bat has grass growing through it making holes and removing the varnish. A faded banner for a lost team haunts […]

Morning

A flooded elevator shaft taken over by fish with their dead motionless eyes. The fancy carpet laden with floral imagery, and the Art Deco door frames now fading away into dull featureless wreckage. A hole in the wall tavern where the city would gather and express its angst in vulgar conversations, tight dresses, and music […]

Particle Comparison

Decaying Pontiacs and Toyotas parked diagonally out of apathy. Dead grass and stray plastic bags no one wants to chase after. The time that passes is not sand in a segmented jar, it is arbitrary particle comparison. Getting paid to be afraid I look at the sky as I walk into another institution, another place […]

Secret Knock

The late night becomes the early morning, and you’re awake on a bench by the bars. You are watching drunk people shout nonsense at no one before painting the sidewalks with their vomit. The library behind you is dark and empty, not unlike how it is during the day. While Granger’s old place is still […]

Further Out

Artificial laughter like needles in your eardrums, rings out without a doubt into the air. Poison in the breaths you take you pack your things then sit and wait, by the door where you look through the glass, but the picture is blurry. You obsessively clinging to the etchings on the wall maddened by the […]

Acoustics

Cleaning the dirt off of door frames with dampened paper towels just to witness all the build up over time. It takes drops of blood on the white floor to stop her from just simply leaning against the mirror. There is no one here, and the sounds of footsteps echo against the drywall even though […]

Apart

Angry for being angry, she stabs the eraser with a pen. The melted wax on her desk lamp starts to burn and makes the light the same color as the crayons were. The lightning bugs look like satellites from her window. Only smaller as if her street was another galaxy. Moving apart from the center […]

What’s Left

They push wet sand together into the shape of a human and listen to the music on the radio. It’s mostly just some old shit from the thirties, and the digital clock just flickers on its zeros. Soft tides cut into their creation’s ankles slowly wearing it down until it collapses. They let the falling […]

Katana And A Yellow Bike

Broken air conditioners hang out the windows above the alley. There’s a kid cutting up plastic containers with a samurai sword by the dumpster, and there were two others standing by waiting their turn. A girl rides past them on a mustard yellow bike with handle bars as green as pine trees. She spits her […]

Won’t Meet Your Eyes

They’re listening to the recordings again, from way back when the sky was almost purple. Taking their time making their way to all the answers that they’ve heard before. Friends caution them against reckless actions […]