every night i try to steal a little more from the day, an hour, a minute, microseconds, as much as i can get. i maneuver until all moves have been made, and i waver at the staircase, watching my shadow slip along the wall. in the kitchen i open cabinets and consider what goes best…

the lights in the parking lot have been out for days, and the bulb by the door blew some time ago, so here in the mostly dark a young stray attempts to banter, odd little vocalizations, thin fur, lank, bones visible, she rubs against the chair longingly and then retreats at my slightest movement. the…

i’ve never quite understood the seriousness that most people inhabit at work. it is as if through their morning ritual they are imbued with this somber weight that must be carried through the long arduous hours. and by the simple act of tucking in a shirt they are bound to some agreement whereby you may…

in the data overture the world is drowned in opinions, a great flood of upvotes, likes, all the quarks hijacked for this currency of hubris. feed the ego with this thought, this image, this string of characters, give quantity to your quality, the binary gremlins know, they know your beauty and your genius, how great…

the door, barely ajar, creaks open and light is spilled from a yellow geometry and she emerges to perch on the corner of the bed like some gargoyle of whisker and grace to keep back the spirits from our slumber. she climbs in the window and delicately traverses the mountains of our materialism to hunt…