Hollow

Hollow armor on a fence post, hockey pads without the smell. They dream of cities without limits, or just their breakfast with no cost. The day is lost to pushing rocks up every hill then back again. She said she would be coming home he sits there and he wonders when. When worrying they count […]

Never Was A Day

Imaginary versions of ourselves are picked over by the eyes of all around us. Like a liquid statue vomiting out smaller and smaller variations of itself, ever upward, until the details fade away. She stands in the mirror and points a lens at their reflection, so she can hold on to the time, and so […]

Fissure

The veins underneath her tongue are cut lose, and feel like they’re trying to run away from her face. Entire complexes stay up all hours of the night, and remember things in ways that bar them from the daylight. Hazy neon signs, through smears of dust on the glass, make the world seem like a […]

Perspective

Busy with development the purple veins in their feet give good blood, according to the nurses at the donation center. They don’t pay that well but it beats having to listen to an idiot. Driving three hours each way just to buy a half, and the radio always goes silent for the last thirty miles. […]

Reckless

Standing in convertibles, reckless random numbers in a program they will never understand. Burning scraps of coupon books and letting the friction hold the flames in the air leaving clouds of ash behind them. Dogs in the field try and keep up with them but can’t hold out against the sheer endurance of the aging […]

Buried

Masks chained on halfway through long form facial surgeries. Warehouses full of old hardware, like gliders they would jump off of cliffs with, and boats that have separate slots to keep dead fish. Deflated aluminum sculptures, crushed almost purely by heat, are a sign to anyone that sees them. The open spaces they once made […]

Illegible

Nostalgic images are overrated and permeate our minds like salt through the ocean, drying out our tongues. The fight is all around us, and it is automatic, weaving under every action that we take. A smiling face cut into the surface of a frozen lake, looks upward perpetually and sees everything that passes over it […]