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#1 - Waste Trudge. Let the feet hunger for something soft amidst the gravel of bone. Saunter beyond the light and into the valley, dimmed by the ridges, incomplete with reproach. Aching, let them be. Let the pain and blisters and boils form out of the body and into the being. Muscles of bony welts and emulsified muscles burden them, but they are emancipated through it still. The burden gives meaning. And as they go through the lower passes of the valley, their burden grows.

The sun emerged after a night of rain. One Rafael had to weather on the porch of an abandoned home. The sun was a nice change, he thought. The ground was still wet, pooling with water, tarnishing his already torn boots and soaking his feet. He happily walked through it. It was Tuesday. Cheques came on Tuesday, so Rafael made his way to the post office in the hopes his would be there. He had plans with it. He would get himself something to eat and see a movie. The first one h

The night buried itself further as the moon disappeared, leaving the glow of the city as the light which helped Martín peer through the fog. Sitting along the furthest edge of the longest dock at the harbor, the air rose from beyond the bay and found its way directly to his spine, which he countered with a sip of hooch from a recycled tin bottle. The bottle was riddled with dents and imprints from a few odd months of frequent use. But it still did his job. Especially in keepi

No miracle is complete without faith. It’s why sports work. The only reason fans pour into stadiums by the tens-of-thousands is the belief they will witness one. Either a chance at a championship, an improbable comeback against a rival, a career milestone, or anything that could define something of a legacy. Granted, there will be times where the stadium serves more as a mid-week bar or hangout than a place to watch the game, but that doesn’t build fandom. Fandom comes from t

Yesterday’s paper came just before 7:15 AM. I was already awake, even out on the porch when they dropped it off. I checked the clock, because it seemed like they came early. And they definitely did, for where I live, anyways. It was freezing and I had on a jacket I got for my 50th birthday. I said “Hi” to the paperboy, but he didn’t look me in the eye. I figured he didn’t hear me or maybe that he didn't have the energy for a response. It was a young man this time, contrasti

"You cannot find it Lost in the starlight-- Gone off Jupiter Hill No, You must know, There is No Sun in Eldeaux” - Elizabeth Eloi Chapter 1 The ticking of the clock drove James near insane. It was an old thing, a relic of his father’s father. It was kept well but the strain of time was obvious on it. The glass cover was clouded, the wood cracked, and the hands crooked. James should’ve learned to drown it out by now, and for the most part he did, it only ever disturbed James