I’m living in this huge house that’s populated by what feels more like a family than a commune. But it’s clear that we’re not all related, so it’s definitely a commune. The house isn’t necessarily Victorian in style but it’s very large and has many rooms. It has not been divided up into apartments the […]
Suburbia. An impending apocalypse. Stockpiling food. Organizing. Family members missing. A wife that is unfamiliar and isn’t fit to be called partner. Adopted daughters. A missing son. The house is too big an unfamiliar. Cardboard boxes won’t do it. There’s looting. Protect yourself from the looting. Ride that out and you’re still not safe. But […]
I’m on the St. Mary’s campus and they’ve recently installed a new outdoor theater. The theater reminds me of that famous one from Central Park except that this one is partly underground. I’m there to witness a dress rehearsal of some student-written play (or perhaps the writer was a graduate, I cannot recall). A friend […]
The game is hyperreal. I’m inside the game but I know it’s a game and the game’s iconographics are present. It’s part Neverwinter Nights, part Doom, part Zelda, part Go. There’s no hovering symbology for my “life” or “energy” – – I just feel hurt or not. It’s dark and I’m in the interior of […]
Somehow I’ve come to meet up with an old friend who lives in a part of town (some vague post-industrial city) that is less than savory. I’ve parked a few blocks away, met up with him, and followed him the rest of the way to this, his apartment. The apartment itself isn’t all that bad; […]
It’s my Hunter Avenue house but my parents own it for some reason. A. & I just live here. I’ve been at the stove making some kind of sauce heavy on black pepper and butter (it keeps getting reduced & clarified) and A. is talking to me about something when a rabbit appears at the […]
I’m in a city. The area reminds me of Woodley Park in D.C. except that the streets are wider – – 4 lanes in each direction. It’s fall; the air is chilly and brisk and folks are wearing light jackets. I’m desperately in need of some coffee. I’ve become separated from my friends somehow but […]
Narration but no narrative. A voice in the background in a low drone, calling the shots but it’s tough to make out the words. Cleaning out the cat’s box; fluffy green turds. The cat can speak. The rabbit can speak. Crushed gravel driveway that goes on infinitely. Re-writing a paper from years ago. Writing the […]
I’ve become friends with a man in his late-20s. He’s shy and soft-spoken but not unfriendly. He wears round, wire-rim glasses, has thinning hair but neatly trimmed sideburns. He dresses conservatively but not unfashionably. He seems well-read and is pensive during conversations, ruled more by his intellect than his passions. He’s likeable but not popular. […]
Orange. Bright bursting bleeding orange. The orange that kids use to show the sun in Crayola. Outrageous Orange or Mango Tango. More saturated than Vivid Tangerine but more explosive than Red Orange. Orange on everything. “Wanted to give you a quick thanks for supervising this work,” R.D. says. “Wouldn’t say I’ve been supervising, just giving […]