lost then found

He sits on the corner, marking months by the magnesium burst of the bus's overhead wires. He need not move. Instead, life passes him by: staring back from shuttered eyes, swirling bits of detritus sewer bound at his feet. The tunnel vision of misery expands inexorably into all unoccupied space, creating a d imensionless reality.

dipwick

Add Noise

As he spoke she suddenly realized that the truth was not in the carefully crafted words, but in the spaces between them. In the words not chosen. Absence was too vast to comprehend, but the words bracketed it, made it readable. An image began to form. She reached over and turned on the radio.

Merin

PUMPKINman

He walks to the door and pushes it open. The hinges sing into the night. A kitten emerges. PUMPKINman reaches down and grabs it. One hand holds the kitte n's body, the other grabs its head. In one swift movement, PUMPKINman twists the kitten's head off, as if it were a cap on a bottle.

MZÆ