Into The Eye

Into the eye depicts the All Seeing Bolete as it stands in the shadow of the moss covered Tetrarock. Those how seek truth but with falseness in the their hearts and a blind eye to reason find them selves on the quests pulled inextricably to the All Seeing Bolete. One would think they could turn back yet ones it is in sight on the horizon there is no turning back. Some do emerge from the …

A Can of Peaches

I hurried from my car ran up the stairs to my apartment 602 A. I threw my car keys in the bowl by the door and placed the brown paper bag on the dinning room table. What was I thinking? I reached for a glass and filled it up, and drank it. I waited for my head to clear. What was I thinking? The smile of realization cross my face. It had to be stress …

She Was Conventionally Sad

I lifted my arms high. Higher than I had ever lifted them. I stretched those tiny muscles near the connective tissue and felt the strain of wet crystallin bones as the pressure of my own effort moved them. My elbow made the smallest grissly sound. I felt the office chair beneath me. I wonder if she is okay? Last time I saw her she had the look of a woman who was heading into a …

Disconnected

I loved that sound the soft pad of my finger made on the smooth glass of my device. I used to tap the send button on a text with gusto. I remember enjoying the sound design of Facebook. No one had better notification sounds than Facebook. It was like friendliness and effervescence with every notification from Messenger. Twitter did its best as well though not as friendly it managed to be important. It managed to …

The Road Less Traveled

No one expects the hole to just open up below them. No one expects it when they are standing there happily eating a churro. A massive swollen open of earth and roots tore through the pavement beneath me and down I went past all my expectations or that pretty girl I had just made eye contact with. The worst part I did not die. The bottom of this throat or shaft was unforgiving stone and …

When the Shelves are in Dishevel.

Shook up. That’s what it was. A car wreck of a day full to the brim with the light and hope of a road trip and country roads playing on repeat. Then the wreck. We tumbled through the avalanche of river stones. Their smooth weight bruises flesh and breaks bone. At least we knew there would only be a few broken teeth and bloody noses. We would recover. I still remember light through your hair …

Days of Yore

Whatever happened to the days of yore when the sky tasted of avocado and wind was sweet with the smell of trust. What happened to then really? Some say that they packed their many belongings and moved to a train car whose tracks are submerged in just a few feet of water and whose trip is never done. I think about that place often with its clean air and billowing clouds that too often take …

We Forgot Purpose

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Observe Sally; she has found in a box in the attic a key. After holding the cold metal in her hand, it taking on her own ambient temperature, she considered the familiarity of the object. Its shape and weight. The strangeness of its teeth as opposed to other keys. Then it struck her. The shape of the reset port on her government-issued blinders. She rushed down the ladder and into the bathroom to stare into …