[short story] On the outskirts of town lay a compound of mobile homes, placed in rows and set on identical basement foundations. Decorative potted palms engulf the front doors of these silver bullets, with twinkling Christmas lights strewn on each of the front porches, frankincense and sandalwood incense filling the air, and a calm thatContinue reading “The Diamond District”
Category Archives: Pieces from Quarantine
Coney Island
[poetry] My despondency is at an all time high, the circumstances which brought me here an all time low. Where is the reality tv producer when you need him? Someone to yell “cut” and raise the lights I’m a slave in my own castle, lacking the self discipline to eat three meals a day, myContinue reading “Coney Island”
Clean sidewalks
[spoken word/poetry] This council meeting is called to order. Raise your hand if you’ve recently felt overburdened by the weight of the world simply from doing a small, mindless act like taking out the trash. Those large bins were made to overflow from consumption, sitting in the junkyard of materialism. Celebrate your spending, your materialContinue reading “Clean sidewalks”
Unknown forces
[poetry] You’re nothing but a piece to me, an artery, an intestine; a lung. You are nothing but a warm heart that my body needs for a short period of time before I reject you and cast your limbs away. Take a number; my body is here for the taking but not my mind. WatchContinue reading “Unknown forces”
Role play
[spoken word/poetry] Because of his accident, we always make love with him on the bottom, his legs dangling beneath my weight like collateral damage, his stomach flattened from the air seeping out of his lungs, arms skinny from nerve deterioration, his member hard as nails. He never liked his disability to get in the way,Continue reading “Role play”
Kristyn Potter 