The Food

List of everything I have stepped on today. Concrete slabs, cracks, gum, a cigarette butt, a pigeons feather, a slim jim wrapper, an empty pack of Chinese cigarettes, the sole of a shoe torn in half, a press on nail, a leaf, the roach of a blunt, a hair tie, the plastic casing of a six pack, a pamphlet for mayoral candidates, sand, bricks, grass, linoleum, trash bags, mud, my socks, wood, bath mat, gas and brake pedals, shoe scrub booties, a bar tab, a desk, a dream, a q-tip,

What kind of gun would Jesus carry? The question floats toward the dilapidated rafters in the house of God, four walls echo with colloquial drawls and buzzing mosquitoes born across the street in stagnant sewage. The question, coming from a man dressed in a long flowing white cloak, arrives at a crucial time in Sewersburg history. Word around town is that Jon-Boy, the town elder (once a privilege bestowed upon a whole fleet of people known as ‘teachers’), town drunk, and only

Forceful interrogations under dim headlights lead me to re-evaluate my age. When was the day I was born? How can I be sure that's my real birth certificate, and not one generated by the state of Indiana for purposes of initiation? Look here, it says my age - even has my exact birthday - how long ago was that? Why can’t I remember? Each day a backspace of my understood world. How much do you have to go through to live a life? - a question asked each passing year, holding my bi

1 He plunges beyond the dark blue jello - synthetic teeth swallow him whole - beyond decaying pieces of coral as white as a fluorescent bulb - past green fish struggling to find food - plunging himself deeper into a dark hole. Sinking into the belly of our earth - fear of the unknown - regret of his pursuit but an inability to turn back now, committed. Feelings of satisfaction - the freedom to search and to be able to swim into the abyss. But becoming lost in oneself can dra

We all travel down the same railroad tracks until we branch off, town to town. You spend your time rustling, hooked up to me. Your...

Worlds collide in anthropomorphic ways. I see through yellow eyes a dog dying and a woman being tricked to move into a room alone for the...

Wait.. there I am! I sit back down in the same seat, although this time, something is different. I make it harder on myself this time....

Started my morning at 7am. Woke up, brushed my teeth, and out the door I quietly went to the train station. Walking in the early Florence...