Distinctions

I don’t care if you notice me sitting here against the red brick wall that keeps the masses where they should be in the parking lot. I am unafraid of the shrimp heads, cast aside, that form mounds of thin black veins and transparent faces that no one can see the differences in. Although, to […]

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The Craft of Cringe

The world is at our command never has it been easier to see the lights getting brighter all around us. We ignore the people in our midst but stay up late with everyone at once. The age of approval is dead, this is the age of the trend, the timeline of cut branches and broken […]

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Dwelling

A pair of rusted scissors sticks out of the banister, I see it as I walk up all the stairs. The house smells like ammonia, and their burning hair. This is a lair where nails pin palms against the wallpaper, and hold pictures in place to be looked at when consumed by the skyline. The […]

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Wound

Up all night again, the people out front all just smoke and make calls on their cell phones. There are quiet fights about divorces and drug prices being had in the open for all to ignore. One gets louder and the man on the phone slams his face into the glass of the automatic door. […]

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Why I’m Up So Early

I saw you in my dreams last night, and if the omens are right I must have crossed your mind. We sat together both looking as old as we are now. Your hair long and worn down no longer pulled back like a little girl. I couldn’t tell how I looked to you, and most […]

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Role

Shakespeare is still alive, and he’s pimping a harem of girls to the well off patrons of the theater district. He collects the lady’s money on the roadside by the library, and if they bring him enough they get a folded piece of paper containing empty words and a couple of dollars. They almost never […]

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Decompress

The cloud above my eyelids, when I sleep, convulses and shifts like a wad of gum being chewed by invisible space. It takes the shape of faces that I recognize. They present me with who I am to them. I find my value in their made up words; cut out like articles from my own […]

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