Clear

Hundreds of bent nails stick out jaggedly from the cracked wood of old telephone poles like ancient fighters shot full of arrows. She stares sadly at the old dish sponge in the sink and remembers the face of the street juggler she saw when she was lost on the sidewalks of Baltimore. You try to […]

Thin Branches

Dead batteries get caught in the small gaps between sidewalk tiles, and slowly leak green acid onto the concrete. She still has tiny scars on her legs from running through the woods when she was a kid, and they make her happy while she looks at them. One of the them was shaped like a […]

Fallen

Rhetorical questions take up vast amounts of space in all their tirades, and I’m getting tired of going through the motions of answering them. Switches flip themselves and sabotage everything in their immediate area while the lights above us never flicker, but wait patiently behind layers of plastic watching our distorted world trudge on beneath […]

Heartfelt Distance

Her legs are wrapped tightly in the floral designs on her stalkings, and everyone’s eyes trace their lines when they look at her. Even the children want to try and talk with her and give her single flowers they swiped from the vases at the centers of the tables. She chuckles at them and accepts […]

Chemical Steam

We find enjoyment in shattering cheap tables, you can buy in any store, with the sledge hammers we found in the shed. The plastic melts into the burning street while they sit waiting for days on the curb. The chemical steam coming off of them refracts the light above like a mirage, and the horseflies […]

Remaining Fragments

They sit on the stairs and tell stories about the times when they would climb into whatever dark holes they could find just to see something new. The moments they held onto from back then are too few, and they struggle to keep a grip on the last remaining fragments. They sketch on napkins faces […]

Distance

Haunted backpacks are donated to kids who can’t afford their own, and they walk through the halls with specters coming out of their spines. They arrange the world in lines making loud machinery to shave away any remaining curved edges. The tops of mountains make their pupils spin, but they’re confident that in a few […]