The Nice Room

I found an old note the other day, addressed to Dear beautiful girl. It was left among old note pads and papers in between ramblings typed out on my typewriter. The edges had become worn, and you could feel the bumps on the back of the page from where rough hands had...

Ashes

In the middle of the night, I am on fire. The house is quiet, and I can hear the rush of the city below me, nothing grows here. We are laying in the ruins of us, sleeping soundly in the ashes, the smoke clouding our lungs. I know you are awake, and you know I am too....

Homeless Hat Productions

When I was eighteen I would sit in the park for hours and watch people pass by. I would sit and think about the world and life, and lament just sitting in the park watching people go by. I would bring a notebook, and maybe make up stories but mostly just write about...

The Saddest Thing

The saddest thing she owned was a promise ring. Old and broken, it was stupid even when she received it; meant to quiet building doubts from someone who seemed intent on blinding her with shiny things and empty promises. It had a heart dangling from it with a tiny...

Wings

She had wings big old things, Clunky A nuisance They hung around her They came out of nowhere And told her she could be something They brushed against her shoulders and made themselves free loaders They didn’t tell her what to do They just stayed there These...