Lonely
A modern-day tablet was in Ms. Lonely’s hands —an extension of the drums in her ears and the cornea in her eyes. Her hair thinned with...
22nd Street
On the pillars of bridges graffiti grows like moss and vines on old tree trunks painting over green from years ago. It’s a different kind...
And We Will Try Again (Endless End)
An instinct of guilt trickles down my body from head to earth ceaselessly to this day I have grown accustomed forgotten its origins...
The City of Eminence
Above the city of supposed eminence they watch, perched like winged beasts, obese with indolence forgotten by its makers of wood and...
A New Beginning
It’s the same every year with the waves crashing the shore —endlessly until the sound means nothing anymore. What once provided rapture...
Blackout Ruby
We fall, deeper and deeper into the atavistic pipes, Rust from centuries ago scraping our skin leaving behind a trickle of blood— A...