As a man gets older, the hair within his nostrils will grow long. Gray whiskers forest dense will begin to droop down towards the rim of his upper lip. Soon, the hairs that cover the outer canal of his ears will turn from a colorless fuzz to the lamp black prick of beard hair, frazzled…

The egg has an inner salt, a slather within its yellow meat. One egg is supposed to satisfy some need of protein and beyond the flash of mirror beak embryo the life within the shell is at zero but still, it has life to give. Few items fall from between the legs of beasts and…

We are asked to see the tragedy in fame. Privacy diminished. Each word recorded and judged by us, the masses. The celebrity, praised and gilded, lifted above the normalcy of modern society. Their lives are humanity exalted, and in that role their personhood is public property. They begin as simply human and through the experience…

Think about a mother, not your specific mother, but a mother. See her – can you? Where is she? My own mother, I see her face from a decade ago. Angry. Stiff behind lotions and cosmetic tint, the makeup modeled after mannequins. Think of the father and a ghost will appear.

A world of human envelopes. Bodies with no intrinsic value, pure vessels for the valuable mess kept within each of them. We’ve been gifted this trash moon in a shit solar system. May God bless the dirt under our feet.

Nature records the living. The trees speak amongst themselves, replaying our human errors. They make note of those mistakes of ego and the heart that define, at the least, a fragment of our personhood. The terror of violence we inflict and our expectations of growth through arguments. “The human face,” they say, “has no true…

We buried dad today. To prepare each of us for the burial, his body was on display, or ‘presented for viewing,’ whichever the proper wording is. The small chapel had only a cluster of pews for those that had made it out for the burial. With the service planned for two days later, it was…

When asked where he came from he only spoke of heat — a blunt weather system of pure tropical sauna. A state of degrees where rock melted and the Earth gave off a definite sweat. The heat was the land, his home, and kin. He knew the West had their god as did the East,…

Her notes read, ‘Limited dust. Limited rust. Thoughts in the head, all are dead.‘ A kamikaze of words to attack her opposers from within. It was a test hex she’d coerced into existence with her novice-level skillset in witchcraft. ‘The words must rhyme,’ she told herself, but beyond that, the language didn’t matter much —…

Somewhere, Alaska: The Hunter was given a permit to wander the state, gun in hand, in search of caribou. On his fifth day in the wilderness, he spotted a pair of antlers through the flora and raised his rifle. He playfully referred to this as ‘hunting reindeer,’ the connection to Santa and Hallmark 100% intact….