LandlockedHidden behind a gas station in the empty dryscapes of Northern Alabama, you’ll find a cast-off sun-stained cocoon that used to be a train…Jan 8Jan 8
Beyond the Reach of Our Least Favorite CityThe well-kept lawns don’t catch your eye. They’re a single-length buzz-cut of perfect assimilation into the bloodline of social norms.Jan 4Jan 4
Jake, Retrospective.Jake’s overalls stank like water outside of a sulpher harvesting plant.Jan 1Jan 1
Behind the Copper BarThe last time I saw Eleanor was at Oktoberfest, years after I had stopped working with her. Years after she got fired.Dec 28, 2023Dec 28, 2023
Mommy’s SpoonA tiny silver spoon — so tarnished it doesn’t catch the light at any angle — won’t bring you luck.Dec 21, 2023Dec 21, 2023
Summer StillnessThe summer air carries an absence of perfume. Trees outside my window rustle an emptiness where a soothing voice should be. These are the…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
In the Ashen SnowI huffed, and wiped a layer of snow from my eyes. “Well, thanks for coming with me. This snowstorm is the worst I’ve ever seen.”Dec 7, 2023Dec 7, 2023
