Hope pervades in all things. There is hope that things will work out the way we want, hope that things will be different. There is hope in the satiating of addiction and hope that the cravings will end. Sometime overnight a black van parked on the side of the road outside of work. With the [...]
The most unusual cries are reverberating into the atmosphere, bouncing from concrete walls to traffic sounds. Part loon, part howl; indistinct, yet through it a thought pierces the surface. . . people are. And it wasn't exactly a thought thought in words as much as a collage of images, maybe a montage of sorts. In [...]
Feast—Could be a stagnant, sunny day; could be soaked and drizzling. Along a row of dumpsters the crows hang out on the truss-work just above. Behind them, in the broad-leafed maple (leaves white with fungus, and crispy-brown singed edges) dozens of crows fly in and out, back and forth. Of the crows that have taken [...]
He's walking along the sidewalk -headed up the hill- carrying his backpack on both shoulders. His springy hair, like the willow tree across the street, hangs over his face. His face hangs over his phone.
In plump raindrops, the construction worker, with his hard hat and faded denim jeans, dirty-orange safety vest, pulls taut a white string that comes from a manhole in the lane nearest the sidewalk. He labors slowly, like a man pulling a semi; like a centaur. With the rope over his shoulder each step is deliberate [...]
I'm alive, am I alive. a(lye) ive. I'm alive. a(lie) ive. am I alive. a(lye) ive. I'm alive. a(lie) ive, so a live. I'm alive, am I alive. x3 I sit here waiting for good things to happen, and when they finally do I don't even think for a second that they might be because [...]
Her Face a Song She came to me. Like she knew that her pain and my guilt were forces meant to be joined together. A magnet, she walked right up to the window and locked eyes with me. She knew the guilt, the shame, that my humanity and hers would conjure up. Years of smokestain [...]