Nobody Gets

It didn’t take much to figure it out, it just fell out. of her mouth, gushed forth like it had been stuck there for days pushing on her tongue before ramming through and spilling forth into the abyss. She moved her hands when she said it, like she could catch the...

A Note On The Docks

I will not be forgotten. Sitting here I demand this, will myself not to be matched by insanity, to not let doubt seep into my pores and crush my spirit. I will love and be loved, wholeheartedly understanding that pain will often come, but that pain will remind me of...

Quitter 5000

I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome. Cold hard shells holding thousands hoping that being here will inject them with life. I sit in front of a dated screen, blue light coming off of it, dinging me with responsibilities on the minute. I quit. I sit in front of the...

Quiet Hours

They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour. It’s the hour when the night owls are already asleep, but the early risers have yet to wake. Magic hours, empty vessels of the morning. We pass them by, daily in fact, dreaming old old...

In The Details

The devil is in the details. In the hands, two, three, four, clutched in an embrace that will eventually die but not for lack of trying. The devil is in all the things she said, all the things he never did. In the quiet building of walls, the stone being carved from...