Streak

Red streaks in the wake of punches thrown a deep menacing tone trickles out of the throat of the city. Thrift shop samurai swords clip the chord’s extra slack at the edges of freshly stringed guitars. The songs they play are as violent as the fights they’ve scored the background of and no you haven’t […]

Vultures

Three turkey vulture’s, with their saggy scarlet faces, slid their beaks across the glass of her window. Their gray feathers stood out in the dark, and cast shadows on her bedroom wall. She saw them before a few times a year, maybe more, and they were hungry for whatever she had. She kept a knife […]

Answer

They step over our broken fences and root around our inner lives, while we are too caught up with hollow deals to realize. Drones that look like owls pour red light out of their eyes, it spreads across the streets, and if they see you no one else will for a while. Ketchup stained wrappers […]

A Place To Run To

Away from everything, tonight, I take my chances down the unmarked winding paths that lead to nowhere. I cannot go back to that endless effort draining track that takes from us our time, and eats our fear. The trees all dance in long thin dresses swaying with the music not the wind. The birds are […]

Killers On The Roadside

A group of warriors bound in two dimensions, built out of paint, all sat in a circle cleaning their swords on the roadside. A man walked alongside a cart pulled by a donkey whose hair was falling out. Two young women rode in the back dangling their feet above the trail. They looked at the […]

Knower

Gothic cathedrals sketched on lined notebook paper covered her walls. She liked the way they looked next to her window. The view outside was nothing more than the plastic siding of another unhappy home. You didn’t have to walk very far to hear people scream, or see someone sit defeated on their front porch, nursing […]

Distinctions

I don’t care if you notice me sitting here against the red brick wall that keeps the masses where they should be in the parking lot. I am unafraid of the shrimp heads, cast aside, that form mounds of thin black veins and transparent faces that no one can see the differences in. Although, to […]