Headache

Reconstructing lost people’s possessions to barricade it all away in boxes. Drinking old coffee even though you hate it when it’s fresh because you haven’t seen your dreams for several days now. You eat the mushrooms from the plastic bag in her underwear drawer and stare directly at your reflection in the chrome fridge. You […]

Won’t Meet Your Eyes

They’re listening to the recordings again, from way back when the sky was almost purple. Taking their time making their way to all the answers that they’ve heard before. Friends caution them against reckless actions […]

Daytime

You give over your daytime every time. I look across it all and I can’t find the right way to come back. The sacrifices are all in empty Gatorade bottles on the same shelf. They are licking the plastic, hoping desperately for the blurry walls to dissolve from the acid in their spit. When confronted […]

Railing

Half empty dipping sauces solidify from the outside in, at their places scattered throughout the world. Two finches flirt with each other with their talons wrapped around the base of a feeder, and are actually getting somewhere with all of it. A depressed zoo giraffe goes about its normal routine and wraps its tongue around […]

Spam From The Electronics Store

She gets headaches that are like dropped boxes of nails, and they make it difficult for her to see the street signs. There’s a piece of siding peeling off the corner of a house she is passing, and the wind keeps slamming it against the wall. She has letters in her mailbox from electronics stores […]

Shrouds

Walking down into the cellar while it’s dark out, and there are humming birds hovering just beyond the small rectangular window. They were watching me like they were looking at a screen. Maybe I was their Friday night movie? Just a slice of life picture about a guy skulking around his own basement digging up […]

Deliverance Of Pain

They keep their old masks nailed to the wall, and drag their hands across them when they walk by. Turns are taken when it comes to the one chair in the garage, that is kept there only for sharpening swords. All the fields in that land were bright red like the foliage itself had rusted […]