In by Chris on February 28, 2010 at 6:57 pm
The end of the remote had been chewed off for years, but only tonight did the magic signal-sending glass bubble cease to function. There was no way to turn the cable off. He jiggled it this way and that, pressed the power button in a hundred different ways. Nothing – the news stayed on, past saturated with broken concrete and people huddling in blankets. He found the other remote with his bleary eyes, turned down the volume, and found a channel showing a previously recorded match from the Brazilian League. Only then could he hope to painstakingly fall asleep.
In by Chris on February 28, 2010 at 8:45 am
I cannot write with my eyes so wide, accepting and reflecting the things all around. What have I seen tonight. I cannot write with my eyes so wide, accepting and reflecting the things all around. But were I dreaming tonight. I cannot write with my eyes so wide, accepting and reflecting the things all around. God, are you blind tonight? I cannot write with my eyes so wide, accepting and reflecting the things all around. But were I dreaming tonight. I cannot write with my eyes so wide, accepting and reflecting the things all around. What have I seen tonight.
In by Chris on February 26, 2010 at 10:33 pm
“No, no,” he said, “I’ll just do it by hand.”
He dipped his wide brush in the bucket of red paint and very methodically traced a circle onto the wall. Then he bisected it with a diagonal line, as straight as he could make it, through the large black P.
“There,” he said, as all the other workers looked on.
“A bit crooked,” said one.
“Wonky, but pretty good,” said another.
To this day, drivers seldom approach this barren warehouse sign, as if it were a talisman warding off their nosing cars, as if its crookedness gave it human power.
In by Chris on February 25, 2010 at 8:05 pm
What’s weird though, man, is the girls in this city. No I’m serious man. They don’t get it; there’s something off about them.
You just aren’t getting any. They don’t fall for your game here do they.
Are you serious? Have you seen me? Do you talk to these girls in this city? They might as well be mirages man. Mirages that make you think there’s a sweet oasis and you get there and there’s just a desert. I know you know man.
Speak for yourself brother.
Oh don’t even try that! I saw you last night man! Totally off.
In by Lara on February 25, 2010 at 3:58 pm
This I what it feels like. I had forgotten the rush of endorphins that floods your system when you get it. Your brain is on such a high that you almost find yourself gasping for air because the happiness, the validation is gobbling up your oxygen supply like a toddler on Halloween. It can be completely insignificant in the long run, but right now my skin feels tingly and some part of me—my soul, my heart, my core, whatever you want to call it, feels that this long-awaited reassurance, confidence, self-validation is finally, finally here. And it feels sublime.
In by Lara on February 25, 2010 at 3:48 pm
Foul oblivion strung out on static walls
Squeezing and draining every ounce
of moisture out of my tenuous existence
Exposing blank white folds
I grapple with the people that
Seek my attention, that seek my very brain
And all my cat can do is blink
Apologies, kind sir or madame,
I am of that certain
Those who lie.
I would not say pathological, but yes,
There is a degree of
And you cat, sir or madame,
Well, if I am to speak the truth,
(and you have been properly forewarned)
Curiousity killed it.
In by Lara on February 25, 2010 at 3:44 pm
An old man sat on a street bench,
holding out a large bottle for the masses.
“Here, drink my water and your troubles will go away!”
People scoffed as they walked by
Some dropped a few coins in his lap.
Brisk, in the shadows of the day, seas of people walked past
Rolling plains of individuals and me at the mast
Mountains abound fast
Basking in the plain shadows of her grey sadness,
the moth flickered longingly, inviting in the light
to dance delicately upon her ugly winged madness
They spoke in twisted tongues,
The cold air pierced their lungs
In by Wyatt on February 24, 2010 at 12:15 pm
Behind the broken taillight stretched hundreds of miles of potholes sprinkled with occasional chunks of bitumen. The thick air bathed my lungs, and the jungle thrived in tangled masses just off the broken road. An empty water bottle teased my feet and crinkled with dehydration, bouncing lightly with each rut the jeep dove into. We stopped with a squeal, after we saw him: the Pineapple Merchant. Juicer than a bass beat and sweet as your niece in a sundress, his wares awaited. Ten cents and a pineapple later we were back on the road, his smile disappearing in the distance.
In by Chris on February 23, 2010 at 7:21 pm
I was a physicist. When the recipes of alchemy revived themselves and began to pollute my mind, I turned to farming. In a dark chicken house I realized that the disorder of each new day was enigma, that if I could decipher patterns I might be able to leave the disorder of this world for the order of another. After years of observation, a revelation finally came. The world resolved itself everywhere; I was of it but above it. Yet I cannot understand. My vision is a labyrinth; I can hardly relate this in words I may have once understood.
In by Chris on February 23, 2010 at 7:19 pm
Night. Whisper. Surprise. Moonlit. Chase. Slam. Shout.
Morning. Window. Tiptoe. Vendor. Rendezvous. Boredom. Refreshment.
Hills. Pensive. Plans.
Plaza. Bump. Shouts. Women. Glares.
Officer. Tender. Iron. Deal. Wink.
Fingernails. Dreams. Parting.
Airplane. Humidity. Safari. Caves. Blindfold. Uranium. Militants. Suitcase. Grab. Relief.
Airport. Surprised. Watch.
Giggle. Window. Reassurance. Flourish.
Dream. Grin. Hidden. Charge. Surrounded. Castle.
Keys. Questions. Trunk. Fast-talking. Pleading. Discovery. Struggle.
Cellar. Telephone. Girl. Pounding. Silence.
Smoke. Decision. Officer.
Midnight. Kiss. Shoulders.
Parade. Shouts. Bills. Tripped. Suitcase. Toxic. Riot. Searching. Arms.
Knock. Guns. Slam. Splinters. Shots. Disappeared.
Collapse. Kneeling. Search. Spectacles. Alas. Badge. Bench.
Slime. Rocking. Tears. Moon.