Economy of Service

She always said she wanted to build up all the money that she could to buy out all the houses that they took away from people who paid their rent to those that didn’t make their mortgage as they promised. All she had managed at the time was a garage that all her friends would […]

Bright

She tears the sleeves off her brother’s old shirt and puts it on to have the feeling she belongs here at this party that her parents threw last minute before she could leave. Old work friends of her dad’s were drinking glasses of beer on the patio and her mother was scanning the stations to […]

Bent

Unplugged phone lines hang like streamers from the trees. Faces no one believes in are carved into the woodwork. Broken Christmas ornaments are eaten like potato chips by cyborgs with their automatic minds. The last family of foxes finishes off the rabbits they caught while hunting in the rain and they know to make it […]

Incline

Plastic tracks connect together to simulate impossible races in impossible places. Through the bedroom window and off the roof they cross a finish line that isn’t marked by anything. Any walking by could see that while this was a conventional waste of time it was also something special burned into their mind, never forgotten. I […]

Outcome

Shark eyed men watch reruns of baseball games while a woman as young as their daughters mixes cocktails with a shelf of limited resources. They yell at the game like they haven’t already seen its final outcome and are politely told to tone it down or the door was right behind them if they couldn’t. […]

Occasion

I watch the white curtains moving from my vantage on the mattress with my upside down eyes, and every so often they part enough that I can see the rusted metal awning catch the sunlight pouring down from the Eastern sky. Her tattoo is like a center piece caught in between the curves of either […]

Aim

She made a promise to herself to have no water until she hit something, out there in the foggy morning between trees that looked like they were dying, but were really simply biding all their time. The doves on the high branches cooed at each other messages that could only be related to the universal […]