JAKE - JAKE (Page 9)

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JAKE

The Car

It’s holy magic,

A shirtless person standing in darkness in black and white, their back facing the camera, holding a knife up.

Arbutus Don’t Bleed

If you open my heart I’ll tell you what God knows.

The Goshawks

You think I’m joking about the goshawks, but I am deadly serious.

The Big Grid

I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.

Ad Astra

“How do you spend your days?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.

A dream

thoughts are covered by old bed-sheets.

A dark green bullfrog lifting its head out of dark water.

Fred and Mauve

They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.

Suplex

Gran is very old and her bones are brittle, so her chest caves in. But she’s alive.

Whirl

the spins were moving

Two skydivers plummeting out of the clear blue sky.

Into the Pit

A life lived at terminal velocity.

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updated bio.docx (Or, Another Possible Explanation For What My Problem Is)

Nisha is so aware that her life and everything in it is absurd.

Madness

Going back to work.

i had a dream last night that Stone Cold Steve Austin was helping me rearrange furniture and i kept calling him Stone instead of his actual name but he was fine with it

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i had a dream last night that Stone Cold Steve Austin was helping me rearrange furniture and i kept calling him Stone instead of his actual name but he was fine with it

and i’m so thankful he’s here with me

YuleKing

...several pallets of long-burn firewood: her lifeblood, delivered faithfully to her doorstep atop a stinking mountain...

love letter to the moon or maybe my adderall prescription or maybe something else entirely

love letter to the moon or maybe my adderall prescription or maybe something else entirely

it’s so hard to care for something as a hobby.

Phone Calls

We circle Scott Lake three times a day, starting at the edge and working inward and dumb Jesse duct taped the radio button so it only plays one station, 101.5 FM CLASSIC.

Coming Home

Everyone is always ripped open here–it must be something in the air.

A beer bottle in front of a blurry skyline, the lights of the horizon faded to fuzzy dots.

Waiting For The Dealer

Twenty years ago, I was a young boy who imagined himself to be a future rock star.

A woman standing outside holding her phone with both hands to text with her thumbs. Her face is outside of the frame.

bitch

He told himself that he was disgusted by his behavior and couldn't believe that he was able to stoop so low.

A heavy traffic jam at night, the road illuminated by the brake lights of cars disppearing into the horizon.

Evacuation

One could never be sure that the worst wouldn’t happen again.

A casual office party, with two groups of people standing and talking in front of a low lit table, scattered drinks around.

Wit's End

Now we come to the present day: the age of the prefabricated punchline.

The black keys of a typewriter partially in frame against a stark white background.

Forfeiture of Nuance in the Rise of AI

What happens to artists if society settles for mediocrity?

Momo Twins

They opened their eyes to each other at twenty-seven weeks.

A field of pink tulips, two out of focus bicycles standing upright in the background.

Flash Nonfiction

Band on the Run

Violence permeated most aspects of our lives.

A to Z

An Encyclopedic essay