Pantheon

A family lost on either side sits apart and looks away at whatever they use to distract themselves on a boring day. The mother stares at color samples and holds them up against the wall. She wants the feel of something new spread out around her. The father reads a book on war the cover […]

Socket

I can’t see where the jokes end and the mockery begins. I always wanted to believe the best was possible. People moved like divers at the bottom of the sea pushing against the pressure in spite of all the dark. The grocery store became a collection of specimens to harvest, and the arcade in the […]

What’s Been Done

I’m afraid of what’s been done to all the others in the past. They’ve tried their best to keep me clear on all the stories. Burning the last tree on the hillside, a vulture watches closely how the flames spread up the bark and to the leaves. I’m taken back to where I am lost […]

Certified

A packed mind is like a rotting orange crawled over by endless ants that are drawn forth from the dirt like living oil. The black tree branches in the sun drink in all the heat, and the girls paint their eyes to match the dark presented there with true devotion. Irritated skin shifts and bursts […]

Barrier

Compact in the hand, sights like an arrow through the eye. The radio announcer just rambles on about the traffic and how the shitty block party with bad food at the end of the week will somehow make up for all the wasted hours. She waits by the stairs nodding her head with the music […]

Hanging Pictures Will Remind You They are There

A wall of hanging pictures all fall to the floor at once. The shattering of glass and the barrage of all the frames decorates the room in grand disorder. In the carnage you could see Fiona’s legs stick out from under their old dog who was half shrouded by some splintered wood and torn up […]

Specters

The traumatic childhood is spent often as a spectator of arguments. Arguments with no point, and no direction anywhere. Aimless rage tossed on each other in wild comparisons to dogs and ragged prostitutes, fascists, and the crazed. The punched wall like a base drum in an endless symphony that plays while sleep is searched for […]