What Have I Lost?

I drove by my old house today, the house I lived in when I was six. It was tiny and grimy, just like I remembered. I only remember moments my mom took pictures of and maybe a bad dream, looking over at the bars of my brother’s crib, asking one of dad’s friends, I think […]

The Orange Sun Rolls Around Connotation Land

I say this, but to you it means that or worse, nothing. A tree obscures a power-line, fried potatoes tower over trembling pieces of yellow corn. Tassels grab clouds that rip. Contents pour, orange juice scum lingers on the lips of a tall glass. Stringy pulp tastes a bit like the dream I had after […]

Walking to the Hotel

I pondered existence–wished for a stray car to POP over the curb, taking me out in several seconds. 3, 2, 1 dots arranged on a sidewalk, shot like a loaded gun. Roulette amid little daisies and chalk outlines of hand-traced turkeys. It’s not a sidewalk really, more of a shitty little footpath next to University […]

December

In the deadest dream of winter does all descend in slow motion? Snowflakes suspended in midair, wood creaks as frost clings to branches. Life hangs but from a spidery thread. Drops of water freeze to gems plummeting toward solid ground. A tiny leaf trembles; still connected by a slender stem, it snaps in two– the […]

The House of Blue Leaves

I wasn’t upset by the ending of the play, it was more fun watching the reactions of people who clearly were expecting something else. The murder was subtle at first, the music added to the creepiness, the lighting especially added to the mood. A few individuals snickered and someone who was really confused blurted “Is […]