Footsteps

A cut up cactus lies in pieces in the sand and is overtime completely covered by the land. Roadkill is scraped like ice off the asphalt mostly raccoons and stray dogs left running free. Through the branches you can see the beginning of the other side of town where there is everything you could want […]

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Paperwork

I am waiting on some paperwork out here with my hand around the banister, looking at the moon. The neighborhood is still awake I can hear it very clearly on this step between the first floor and the second. The distant sounds of skateboard wheels pressed rough against the concrete remind me there are people […]

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Meet The Needs

The bells in the church towers are all set to different songs for different gods and different people who believe them. For everyone else there isn’t anything specific left to listen for and they all just blend together out of key and out of step with pleasant sounds. She paints her eyelids and I lace […]

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One Day

Can you feel my heart she asked afraid to hear the answer. They were sitting on a bench swing by the pond where all the beer cans in the grass served as a surface for the rain. A man far out was just a blur on the bank but if they squinted they could see […]

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Center Of The Circle

A child asked his stressed out mom where their water came from, and she didn’t look up from her work just to shrug both her shoulders. He went out back and kicked a pebble around the house until it wound up in the street that was a circle with a center made of concrete that […]

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Expanse

We’re not gonna worry about it now this place this year this collision of the decade into the new age, this burning book so hot you can’t even see the page. Walking out from under overpasses between rows of abandoned cars humming songs we haven’t heard for several years now. She licks her fingers and […]

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Indigo Sight Line

In her sleep she finds herself afraid of all the people in her dreams, and when she wakes up she remembers its the same across all forms of conscious sight. She can’t help but watch them chew as they eat breakfast talking with each bite about car accidents they read about or politics since its […]

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