Drain

A ball of black tangled plastic tubing rolled down a hill and into a lake. It was supposed to be hooked up to a pump on the back of a truck with a rusted exterior and antique plates. A giant knot in the middle of the water reminded them all of their stomachs when trying […]

Monuments

The cable above us is pulled apart and frayed like the shoelaces of someone without a home in the world. Their ends spark and make people avoid the area like you would an ex at a party. They always told you things got better when you felt worse, and when you asked to leave they […]

Plastic In A Bonfire

The smell of burnt matches attached itself to her fingernails. The talking and footsteps of people on the street started eating their way through the wall. There was no one in her phone to call. Just a list of people she barely remembered, or was still fighting hard to forget. There is no time to […]

Scarcity

Looking up makes them feel like they are falling down. The only cover they have left is in the scenery. Throwing rocks at the metal antenna, sticking out from the side of the garage, sends ripples through the picture on the screen. Commercials strum the gaps between their ribs and the sound is like when […]

Slowly

News soaked by the rain on the pavement. They board up the doors to contain it. All the boredom and forced repetition electrocuting the air in a way that only numbs and locks in place. Walking the streets with the longest knives we could find. Acting out the repressed rage of several decades swimming in […]

An Oar Cuts Through a Murky Stream

A stomach digesting itself in infinite capacities. Crudely carved pornographic shapes etched deeply into the stalls of bathrooms in public school buildings. They’ve since stopped replacing them because the way they’re bolted in makes them annoying to undo. Instead they have detention sentences where the guilty use files and scratch the vile images out like […]

Receipts

Printing receipts against rolls of paper to take stock of all the blocks being stacked together. The deviation from the plan is not a part of the game, it is the game, and from door to door all the cities can’t help but look the same. Collecting antique weapons from dusty racks at the backs […]