Town drenched in mist. Thick, gloopy mist that reminds you of the grave. Not yours, of course, but it will be one day. Roads leading to grey stores and grey people with their grey hands stuffed deep into the pockets of their threadbare jeans. Pockets got sticks of gum in them, and bus tickets chewed… Read more

“You’re thinking of snow, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I say, “how do you know that?” “You talk about it in your sleep.” “I do?” “Yes. Little snippets here and there. Brief descriptions of the world you desire to be real more than the one you live in.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know full well… Read more

With the wind blowing through the keyhole, I nervously part her hair and place a song upon her lips. It’s an evening song; one that’s even in all the right places. Her lips are pink; as pink as the lips she never kisses with. My body ages, but I have no age, and when she… Read more

Time is the only thing we have left, and there’s never enough of it. For me, the person that is I, it’s been the same ever since my days in the crib so many years removed from the fate that now awaits me. In my infant air, I lived without a care. But only for… Read more

“Go on with what?” I ask. “Our first kiss,” she grins, “tell me about it.” Letting Hachikō guide us along, I hold Meeko close. “You should know, you were there.” “Don’t be facetious,” she says, “I want you to tell me how it made you feel.” “You know how it made me feel because you… Read more

There’s this strange, static sound rolling in from fields that, from a distance, resemble the sea. I can hear birdsong and the crashing of waves, or could it be the rustling of leaves belonging to a vast number of motherless trees? In a dream, I once wrote a book titled The History of Wind. Everyone… Read more

“Do you think there will come a time when we’ll end up like them?” she asks. Pulling on Hachikō’s lead as he pines to move ahead, I slyly suck on my smoke. “No. We’re stronger than that. Even when we’re at our lowest, the light we keep will never extinguish as it did for them.”… Read more

Sometime after midnight. A cricket, chirp, and the ghost of a gust of wind blowing the dust of ages against my leering, should-know-better, featureless face. With a mouthful of dirt and clicking, creeping fingers that snake around a skinny throat, I crawl beneath the visible world. Not many know of it. Even less go. With… Read more

Turning to face her, I catch sight of the bags of bones watching from the other side of the road. They’re waiting for the lights to change, or could it be for something to come and show them the way? They appear malnourished and stricken by an absence of hope; as if one strong gust… Read more

As Hachikō darts to the left, he almost breaks free of my grasp. I’ve never had a good grasp of anything, but on this occasion, an exception is made. With the chain snapping comes an audible flash of sound that causes me to squint. Pulling with all his might, Hachikō drags me along as I… Read more