• #59

    She walked through the park holding a box of tissues, her sunglasses covering her swollen eyes. When she had to stop walking because the tears became too thick to breath, she thought: This is why people still make art. This pain is so cliche and yet it feels like something new and never before felt.…

  • #58

    The room was sweaty and neon and full of older aged people. They were all there to see him play. He was coming out of retirement for one night only. A ring of light brightened on stage, and the man arrived behind his saxophone. The instrument was dull and tarnished but still induced a frenzy…

  • #57

    The naked head can be read like a map. There are islands of sunspots, freckled cities, rivulets carved by time. Deforestation leaves the landscape smooth. She first noticed it on the bus. A man sat in front of her. He had gray hair from his ears to his neck and a waxy salmon colored dome…

  • #56

    She shopped online instead of in stores to avoid being asked if she’d like to save by opening a store card. She crossed the street and would even walk in the wrong direction when she saw a person on the corner in a blue vest asking people if they had a moment for the rainforest.…

  • #55

    Two men ambulated through the door, clomping their walkers like tired cattle on a long drive. They moaned and sighed and laughed and creaked while settling their sagging behinds onto the high bar stools. “Easier to get into than a dining room chair.” One said to me. “Good thing we like to drink.” Said the…

  • #54

    They did not know whether the tornado would actually show up. They were not from tornado country and had no idea how serious to take the buzzy warning that had lit up each of their phones. A tornado felt impossible just two hours outside of the city. But so did a cornfield, and yet here…

  • #53

    The train was mercifully I crowded that morning. He was still groggy from not enough sleep and grew tired as he watched the woman across from him sticking and pulling a threaded needle up and down on a white circle cloth. The thread was a deep purple color, like the veins he could see in…