Decorative

Guerrilla telephone pole advertising frayed roughly at the bottom to divide up phone numbers and dates. Asking pedestrians to stop for a second and consider what their life could be like if they only had a landscaping job, or finally learned how to properly play the drums. The cold is a thin gray shroud over […]

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Stray

They stop all at once and stare at you. All of their eyes look different from the varying hours of sleep between their different circumstances. They are all waiting, waiting for the bending limb to break and your voice to escape, that place you always hold it in your head. You remember seasons like this […]

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Atrium

Empty chairs and crowded stair cases distribute people like water irrigating crops. Contradicting motivational posters make us wonder what exactly they think they’re growing here. Leaning against each other in the hallways to catch precious minutes of uninterrupted thought. They smoke packs a day just outside the atrium even though they always end up caught. […]

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What They Walk In

Built up like layers of rock, the empty space increases as the fire spreads. A worm without reluctance weaving its way across the landscape eating dirt until it hurts. Arbitrary value, a shell game taking prisoners by the nation. All progress just the construction of better masks, and without accountable faces every option is, in […]

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No One Else

Mixing together places from your past when walking from one dream to the next. It is nighttime and you are alone in the parking lot of your old high school, trying to find your car. You can read the digital clocks through the open windows, and they are all different telling you nothing, and so […]

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Fixation

I watch her drink water cupped in her hands and when she finishes I make sure to look away. Her body curves inward at her center and when she lets me, I put my hands there, and pull her in against my chest. She says there’s nothing I can do, but I continue anyway; saying […]

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Dissonance

Generations locked in place like a disgrace without a moment of dissonance. There is no counter to this just waves of us in shifts bowing down to whatever gets us into the party. Those outside it cannot agree they’re just too free, and want to see all that the world can offer. Uneven graphs made […]

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