Descent

Plastic cups are the new holy chalices of our generation. We’ve never known anything else, and the convenience is worth occasionally closing your fist too tight and making a mess everywhere. We ignore the common characters of the night like the town drunk singing a song and sitting cross legged in a puddle of his […]

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The Problem With Our Raincoats

Bricks fall from the tops of buildings crushing stray cats and damaging expensive cars that are parked illegally. Most think it must have been the wind knocking them loose, but the old folks who sit in rocking chairs on their porches ask the obvious question of how it’s possible for light breezes to knock loose […]

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Rock Paper Scissors

They take their seats on the morning train in a place that hasn’t had trains for very long at all. They were just finished being built last spring and since they’ve been done many people are using them. Others avoid them like they were a deadly outbreak and stick with the buses that smell like […]

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Sleep

My eyes are dry, and I’ve been up all night fighting with myself over what to do next. I can hear my neighbors run their toothbrushes under their taps, and pry the stubborn plastic lids off their pill bottles. She is in my bed without me, dead asleep after the brief setback of making herself […]

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Ruined By The Rain

Melting snow mixes well with the dirt on the street creating gray slush that turn to dark puddles under our footsteps. Old men drink coffee next to the restaurant’s large windows and scan the pages of newspapers that only exist because of people like them. Brothers and sisters carry fat T.V.s out to the curb […]

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The Persimmon Tree

It’s impossible to know what I want. Something like a paradox would occur if I ever found it. I catch glimpses of it in my dreams like you do with money on the sidewalk, or something with teeth in the woods. I’m always too slow to catch it though, or if I do I never […]

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Playgrounds For Ghosts

Landscapers carry numerous gargoyle statues out of the back of their truck and place them almost haphazardly around the garden across the street. If you look closely at any carpet there’s always bits of something caught up in the vast forest of fibers. Rowdy kids with toilet paper turn entire streets into playgrounds for ghosts […]

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