Secret Knock

The late night becomes the early morning, and you’re awake on a bench by the bars. You are watching drunk people shout nonsense at no one before painting the sidewalks with their vomit. The library behind you is dark and empty, not unlike how it is during the day. While Granger’s old place is still […]

Further Out

Artificial laughter like needles in your eardrums, rings out without a doubt into the air. Poison in the breaths you take you pack your things then sit and wait, by the door where you look through the glass, but the picture is blurry. You obsessively clinging to the etchings on the wall maddened by the […]

Circle

Parties of people making noise until the sun rises. They are like mourning doves determined to let everyone know they are awake. For all the things they take they leave behind double. A rare gift like seeing a wolf from far enough away that you don’t get afraid it might kill you. Fire as tall […]

The Kite

You take notes on conspiracy theories in a dark room lit only by the screen. Nocturnal like an owl with too many thoughts. What truth is so elusive that you trade your dreams for headaches and crushed cans now empty of caffeine? You tried to spell it out for me once. To break it into […]

Bottles

Empty plastic bottles, covered in algae and their own melted flesh, float out in the middle of the lake. Her spirit is like a giant net pulling all of them to shore. She digs through them on her knees looking for the ones with messages. The only one she finds is for someone else so […]

Expressions

You’re not getting any sleep while the tired faces on graveyard statues hold their expressions, at tremendous personal effort. That is the currency, for you, isn’t it? That amorphous glob of abstraction relatable only through subjective comparison. Though, if you had it your way we’d call it the hand of God. Heavy punches into throats […]

Dash

Rusted wind chimes still like mountains. So silent, I forget they’re even there. A broken window in the house across the street cracked slowly over time, from the inside, by the ghosts wanting desperately to escape. Yards full of dandelions slowly mowed over by kids with sticks decapitating them like their ancestors did to people. […]