Circle Circle Dot Dot
Nothing by itself looked wrong, but when she looked at it all together it just didn’t look right.
Fiction
Arbutus Don’t Bleed
If you open my heart I’ll tell you what God knows.
The Big Grid
I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.
Fred and Mauve
They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.
Into the Pit
A life lived at terminal velocity.
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.
Wit's End
Now we come to the present day: the age of the prefabricated punchline.