A Momentary Snowflake

It's in this small moment that a universe exists A simple creation A flake of ice It falls with glory from the sky as everything Is and in a flash Gone Seeping into the fabric of a wool jacket like it never existed at all

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Out but going Back

Steve stands at a bar with a fuck it all attitude. Fresh out of prison he swore he would never again try for the big easy. Last time he was out on parole it was a crushed cheek bone that sidetracked him. “Stupid bitch had it coming.” He thought that for three months until the …

Strawberries

Peter grew strawberries Not on purpose On coincidence they developed into plump juicy fruit every Spring From April through May They bunched up in a corner of his yard, the northwest corner, where the sun always shone from rise to set Well Shown in the  Pacific North West way where light makes it day instead of …

The Amberg

In 1944 the Polish resistance has been crushed. Half a million of Warsaw’s citizens are dead rotting in destroyed building or in plain sight on the street. The survivors of what was once a vibrant cityscape scurry about like vermin in a living nightmare. They look for any way to survive, but know death is …

Full Pads

Dirt and sweat cling. The smell of destroyed grass and hot salty watery air encompass everything. It’s Wednesday. It’s Spring. It’s fucking Gulf Coast Florida. The offense breaks with a loud simultaneous clap of eleven pairs of hands. The sixteen year old lines up as a defensive tackle. He lowers himself into a familiar four …

A Life Not Lived

  Her search for God has lead her to the edge of a building Her pink painted toes brush the abyss This too skinny bitch use to be beautiful She turned heads She was watched Made other women jealous But now she stands ugly Used up Wasted at the front of classroom filled with teenagers …

Jeffery

I stand in a small halo of yellow light cast from the single incandescent bulb swinging naked in the Gulf breeze. The light dangles from a black cord hung from the plywood ceiling covering the front porch. The house attached is not well maintained. Paint is a long forgotten memory here. The rustle of palm …

In the Closet

She opens her closet. In the dark shadows he is there. Maybe it was the expectation of seeing her Armani collection that makes the face obscene. That or the fact he shouldn't have been there at all. Probably the latter. They make eye contact. A slight smile forms at the corner of his wrinkled lip …

Talia in the Dark

The world ends not with a bang, but with a whimper, at least for Talia Gould. She was an engineer with Crest Weapons. She worked R and D in a lab at a secure location two levels below ground buried under a military grade concrete sub-floor and surrounded by steel reinforced walls. The lab has …