inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

I don’t know why we painted the front porch this silver grey the wood is still flaky still brown under it’s neutral coat like those kids flapping around in their plastic cable knit sweaters feet still land bound with the...

A canary flewthrough the broken windowand perched on the edge of my desk.It tilted its head, yellow featherscatching the dim glow of the splintered dawn.Black beak madness.“Who are you?” it asked,voice sharp as a fillet knife.I shrugged.“I’m a base...