A Fist Fight In The Gallery

An admirer stood in a trance at the foot of his most favorite Nora Talbot painting. It was a self portrait she did when she was still young, ten years before her head would explode from all of the cocaine, heartbreak, and aneurysms. He let his eyes soak in every inch of her cloud white […]

The Ramp Maker

I am rounded up by the people who skate in the empty lot on the corner of my street, and they say they need me to help carry something heavy. I believe their need is genuine, so I follow the posse of scuffed helmets and hand me down t-shirts to a crummy plot of dirt at the end of the […]

Trash In The Street

There’s a metal plate of unknown origin spinning like a coin in the street. Its faces never meet the ground because a transcriptionist sees it from her patio and rushes out to keep the roads clear of anything that could get in somebody’s way. She holds it loosely, by the rim, between her palms to avoid touching […]

Bad Friend

When my friend died they lined up and down the street to say goodbye. Girls in tight sequence dresses and old teachers in fuzzy cardigans, were all crying softly to themselves waiting for their turn to touch his cold face. I don’t know why human beings need to touch things but if I had to […]

A Familiar Place

I don’t give a fuck about anything. Not since the sound started ringing perpetually in my ears. It makes my stomach sick to listen, but I’m afraid of what’s behind the lower volume. You pulled on the drawstrings that came out of my hood, making the fabric tight around my neck. I tell you all […]

Norman Door

The first pseudo intellectual I ever knew was a clarinet player with tentacles? I can’t remember the second one, but when I try to, I can only picture chalk boards with drawings of stars and sporadic squiggles that connect in the middle to form black holes among the chaos. Every day I make tally marks […]

Looking Out Across The Ice

An old man skated figure eights on the surface of a frozen lake. He thought about all the times before When he would come to this place with his friends, and they would all feel a burning in their lungs from the cold air. For some reason his old body did not falter under the […]