And as I sat down on one of those curved orange seats you can’t find any place but a place like this I thought about how much can happen in the span of a Mariah Carey song.… Continue Reading
He fell, as if in slow motion, like watching a movie. If I had moved quickly I could have stopped his fall. But I didn’t move quickly. I didn’t move at all. I stood and watched.… Continue Reading
The skies, are so open in November, ribcages with no souls, I can look straight up and see heaven. I never saw any red leaves that fall. Maybe it was a sign. I would later see so much red.… Continue Reading
He always smelled a little of the rendering plant’s particular post-mortem, and of cigarettes, and the smell lingered in his wake. He only smoked at the plant, on breaks. Everyone in the rendering business smokes. They all have the same reason.… Continue Reading
The knife-cool of the mist that pricks your bare arms, your bare head, your bare heart. No, that is not an oak blackened by the day’s rain. Come home! That is a hand burned beyond salvation.… Continue Reading
A thousand lost dogs turn up at their families’ doorsteps. Three hundred babies are born wailing, healthy, and whole. Yes. Every successful pass, every blocked shot is an affirmatively answered prayer for Tony and the Sires.… Continue Reading
She turns proper to the bar. Crosses her legs. Kills her whiskey, lays a ten spot down in front of her empty glass. Never even looks at the bartender but magically, the glass is full when she picks it up and knocks it back. Smuggling herself into America is getting expensive.… Continue Reading
At the end of the day, our struggles define us as much as anything else. I think the people who are most content are the people who have struggled and overcome the most. There’s more value in things that don’t come easy.… Continue Reading
Mass murder is a good career move. Just look at all the presidents who get parades for killing thousands, millions even. People were so stupid it made Charlie’s head hurt. A lot.… Continue Reading
Sit long enough in shit, you get used to it. And sometimes, you start to share that same experience—of getting close, of ignoring yourself.… Continue Reading