Antlers

We slid hacksaws across the antlers of the deer to keep them all from growing long into their eyes. The same way god will part the clouds to open up the skies. She held her head under the water rushing passed us in the stream and when she surfaced there was talk of all the […]

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River Valley

This is the land of the barely attempted where the worthy dreams are deemed to be anything but. Everything is grown somewhere and out the curved car window I can see that it is here. Futures predicted by highway advertisements, if you can’t see it than it must not be an option. A factory looking […]

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The Bells

The bell tower had a door with an inscription that claimed it could only be opened by god. On field trips kids would roll down the hill that the tower stood upon, look up in all their dizziness, and for a moment it felt like falling from the sky. They would ring every hour with […]

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Move

Heavy sleeping just the same as the most rainy summer nights bring gaps in time with tile floors made in the image of industrial conveyor belts. I am moved in all directions at the behest of all the random wills and there are chills running both East and West along the center of my forehead. […]

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Remember

I ask if she is still awake because I know it could start storming any minute, and I’ve been scolded in the past for having failed to make her conscious of the rain. Job listings look like catalogs of different kinds of rope for us to hang from and the only real distinction is the […]

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Notches

Empty hallways fill up with new morning light this great plateau that we have known is going to break ground on the impossible past. All we want is just to make something last at the expense of our present we look ahead with no fire in our hands just the small spark in our hearts. […]

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Sum

It was the late spring but all she could think about was summer and how far she planned to run away the first chance that she saw they didn’t care. It wasn’t fair how she was floating in the shuffle of a thousand others in a struggle not to drown within the crowd. It was […]

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Small Time Talent

The back stages of shady small time shows are places not so strange to you, the low light and the rafters are a comfort like a familiar face after a rough night spent alone out in the wilderness. You ask the people what they do and they scoff and question how you even got there. […]

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Thorns

I pull the thorns out of the leg the vine was wrapped around. I bleed in dots that sting like whiskey shots, but worse and not nearly as intoxicating. I leave the bloody vine where it lays and make my way across the empty field where the grass is long and combed by the wind […]

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