Writhing Under the Brittle Sun
The pitch hits a feverish height. A cry in the distance but seemingly shrieking right by your ear. No, you cannot have that toy on the...
Forgetterie Fraying in the Sun
The dial tone pleads for a response. Monotone and spare change not forthcoming. The operator cannot hear you through the tinny whine of a...
Au Contraire Mon Lonely Chair
Pull up a chair and have a stare at the slowly setting sun on a dusty, doomed horizon. It swivels but there's no angle you won't get a...
Leave a Message After the Bleak
It's been a long year outstretched with the same-still sands of forgotten time. The grains of which still swirl and ensure that any...
It's To Be Dog Days Again
It’s July and the height of summer. Long has this remnant of happier times past been left on the gutter. Groggily writhing as an...
When It Rains, It Abhors
The coos have ceased. The feathers forego any more fluttering. Birds have suddenly stopped appearing when you're near. This carrier...
Wither and Mither
Wilting under an unforgiving sun is the very promise of capitalism. Discarded and at home amongst the craggy graveyard of ill-conceived...
Spring in Siberia
A nondescript whisper of clothing. Roiling within its seams a thousand anguished sighs of a thousand exploited Chinese workers. Confined...
Banana Banditos
The two men screeched to a stop. Sweaty and with flecks of red on their boots. They pique their ears and listen for the tintinnabulation...
Tatters and Tatooine
This seems to be the recurrent theme. Everything abandoned on Filmore Street has to be tilted over on its side. It's a strict requisite...