Its green luminescence traces through a dead space, swaying in the path of dust particles lining the air, traveling only inches before reaching me. Its blurred outline tries more to dry my eyes. Blink, blink; once more, maybe. Finally, a…
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We Set Out As Men of Reason Armed With Navy Colts
Feeding, chambering, locking, firing, unlocking, extracting, ejecting, cocking. The firing pin strikes the primer, igniting a fury of encased death, gliding through every twist of a chrome lined barrel. As the round exits the plain of the muzzle brake, a…
So You Tried to Put A Fire Out, But You Used Gasoline
I’ve been staring at the blank palette of a stripped wall. Going dark with each blink of my eyes, it appears again, still empty and alone. With each second it shutters, creating an illusion of ticking as my heart beat…
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The Devil, He Knows How to Write
A can tumbles and chants bleeding its contents against hot pavement, cooling with night. It dances with shadows hidden from street lamps; a luminous rainbow of petroleum. Pressing further then halting It rocks back and forth Quiet now Empty. Alone.
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