Man Made Pond

Frayed rope hanging from hooks in the shed. A sandbox overgrown with weeds like a graveyard for half buried action figures forgotten about by their owners. Looking for rocks in the grass to protect spinning blades and the shade doesn’t cover enough to matter. They beg for one more chance to make it right, they […]

Automatic

The water separates then runs together in the cracks in the floor. America is the kind of drunk that would stab himself between the ribs just to prove he doesn’t give a fuck. Sunny days are wasted one right after the other, and they expect it at their desks with their jet black daily planners, […]

Questions

Foggy windows are great places for lines to be drawn. The store is always running out of sunflower seeds when she needs them most. There’s always a sign on the shelf expressing how sorry they are, but they never take the time to say it to her face. White knuckles are wrapped around the railings […]

Packaging

New photographs out of yellow packaging scattered around the table. You fold one in half to take it with you and claim it’s for the spokes on your bike, but I thought that only worked with playing cards. They all know one more year of this won’t kill them, but when they go into their […]

Unforgivable calculations fill the chalkboards. The daylight leaves the courtyard on bad terms, and doesn’t plan on returning any time soon. Silence is the best response to aggressive agitation, and can prevent even worse mistakes from being made. The buildings that they move between are shaped like hexagons, and have more windows than walls on […]

Rails

The fine edges of the table dig into her fingers when she lifts them to see what’s been gathering there. What she finds is like a pile of corpses already starting to rot. The fraying of old wires make the machines start to think a little differently, and keep secrets like a human would. Sometimes […]

Altars

Stuffing everything you can into a suitcase. Leaving all the motor mouthed spectators in their seats with the lights down, expecting more after the intermission, only to be disappointed. So much of the writing on the walls is about making us forget whose life we’re actually in. Like curved mirrors they distort what could be […]

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