That Fish is Going to Eat You
What can you do but scramble for shore?
The Things in Ozymandias’ Shack
Old toasters, broken Rolex watches, reclaimed pallets, Prada bags shredded by biting winds and hail storms, cracked cell phone casings, hamster cages, Ed Hardy shirts hung up on the walls like ancient scrolls, mardi gras beads, BMW hood ornaments, caviar jars (empty), shake weights, plastic hurricane glasses from that one trip to Vegas, Turkish rugs,…
To the Apocalypse, she took
To the apocalypse, she took with her an oversized beach towel, heavy and orange, bought for ten dollars at a discount bulk supplier before the starving rioters burned the building down. The towel had pineapples printed on it: stark geometric patterns of yellow triangles and vivid neon green leaves. The towel was very warm when…
What the Garden Wants
The doctors say there’s an operation, one that can make the land give up its corn and cabbages, and he thinks about it strongly because it’s been too long since he had such things. He tries to remember what it was like when the garden was full of towering stalks and crowding leaves and shadows…