Struggle

Two neighborhood bands spend the night in garages wrapped in Christmas lights even though it’s the summertime. They create dissonance as they try to be the loudest and if you stood between them you would feel the push and pull of all reality. The guitar players are doing everything to melt their strings with all […]

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Leaving

She’s been awake since the start of the weekend. Practicing her magic on me, through the speaker in her phone, and not long after that we got together in person. She said she’s been obsessed with leaving since she first learned how to read. The whole world was a forest and every word was like […]

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The Fox

The crowd gets restless when the lights never go down, and the doors behind the blank screen all are sealed, just like the lips she paints bright red for you. After spotting a ladder to the roof she finally tells you the truth she never thought that being with you could be boring. She wants […]

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Bukowski In Hell

I found a well where a well should never be. Burst out of the concrete down some long forgotten street, where I was lost on my way to meet a dealer. The column of water acted almost like a lens and its view cut straight down through the ground, revealing the eternal damnation of the […]

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Rampage

I hold her hand tighter than my camera’s lens. A flock of wild chickens rampages through the supermarket, and they are horrified at everything they find. One of the cashiers is a bald man with one eye who spent his childhood on a farm. He is going from aisle to aisle to snap their necks […]

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Great Lake Refugee

Stones stick out of the ground like teeth worn away by sandy wind. A smile with gaps like the memory of a drunk. No barrier separates the water from the sky, and caught up within them, both strong and weak swimmers kick out as far as they can. Boats nod with the waves as if […]

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While

Open letters on the floor all asking for money, to be exchanged for the courtesy of no further contact. She stands on a wet bench blocking the sun, with her hands, so she could see me walking down the hill heading toward her. We don’t like to be around others because everyone seems so sad […]

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