Trace

Last summer seems so far away, and even with the shifting hallways of the present, where I am is not the place I need to be. A person in a mask with chains attached to a loop on the back of their jacket drags the metal through the street and the links make yellow sparks […]

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Memorial

You know where to find me, out here playing harmonica in the echo of the stone pavilion. Your multi-colored eyes shifting with the notes you taught me while we waited by the train tracks. I remember when I cut my hand trying to pry that lock off the rail car. You ripped some fabric from […]

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Politics

The shadows at the bottom of the lake move just like we do. The cattle in the fields all nod their heads in time with distant strummed guitars. Tornadoes rip the woods apart and drop deer from several stories high. Their entrails get all tangled in the branches. Drinking beer from plastic cups in an […]

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Chance

Empty is the only word, the streets and everything they hold together. Rainy weather like a silver breath that freezes in the air. I see her standing there in her red skirt camera in hand taking pictures of the puddles in the grass. No umbrella and without the fear of being caught in any downpour. […]

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Yellow Mountain Landscapes

There is something shining through us like how an overhead projector fills a screen. We take apart a big machine whose warning lights attempt to scare us off. We perfect the lie so it fails to fool us even though the images we find are all of everyone in pieces in the streets. Hollow threats […]

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Mid-Day Shift

The waitresses all lean against the bar and text out messages towards who they’d rather be with. No one likes the mid-day shift with all the empty tables and the old man watching sports who only stops when they are pouring him a drink. They are normally encumbered by the weight of stranger’s anecdotes, but […]

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Anticipate

The basement was like a colder world underneath the happy house. The attic was a different conversation. The way she tore her room apart was all she had to keep the pictures in their frames. The shadows on her white wall were more vivid than the posters in between them. They looked like all the […]

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Event

Trench coat wearing grandfathers pull their gloves around their wrists it’s getting colder and they’re only getting older. Bad news is circulated through the loud speakers in the main square, it is decorated for a holiday, and no one wants their Friday morning fucked with. Thieves lean against the alley wall and prey on easy […]

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Without Hope

Giant robots on T.V. as a distraction just to lock the doors while every parent goes and tries to kill their morning hangover. Of the multiple routes they could take they choose the ones that get them even drunker, and have fist fights in the streets throughout the subdivision. The desperate trying to get to […]

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Old Fables

A carving of a woman’s torso in the red metal that makes up the bathroom stall explains to kids on car rides what their parents always hide behind old fables. The scary parts of life always sneak up on people now appearing as a glitch in the illusion. Like looking through a tinted window at […]

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