Author: Fatesjoke

I saw a little bird today lost in the food court of the mall. Watched as it flew in circles above the heads of the oblivious people too focused on eating their lunches to notice that little, lost bird land in the faux greenery that lined the area designated for the consumption of cheap, quickly …

A man lays in the grass of his yard to take a Polaroid of the blue sky above him. Later, he rows through the night, across the calm surface of an ocean, rows until he sees the sun rise the light setting the waves on fire. He turns his little boat around, careful not to …

He had never met the paralyzed plumber, the poor wheelchair ridden soul that fell victim to Polio before he had the chance to impregnate his young, blushing bride. The Amish woman talked about him though, told him how the plumber had come to her, so that he might learn to make love again to the …

I plucked it from its branch, a bright green leaf, held it gently in my hand as I made my way home through the bright summer sunlight and once I was safely in my room I placed that little slice of life on a bookcase shelf protected from the harsh light outside but as the …

Don’t worry, boy. I don’t plan on keeping her, it would never work out anyway, I just want to borrow her for a bit and show her a good time. Might be I raise the bar give you something to work for not that you ever really work for her. She won’t be broken when …

I want to be living in Beverly Hills where everyone is smiling, always happy and content. Their lives are so better than the ones I have lived. I know it to be so, I can see it on their faces because plastic smiles bought with plastic cards cannot tell lies. The sun doesn’t shine on …

Bruce Springsteen plays on the radio as hipster kids talk about Michael Kors bags and smoke Marlboro Reds over coffee shop Italian Sodas. They all wear Vans or Converse and push their fake Ray Bans into the collars of their shirts. I understand the words they are saying but so quickly lose interest in the …

I wonder what she is doing, new house, new husband, new life. Does she remember the place, where we shared dreams for the first time? Does she remember the moment, that I first told her that I loved her? Do I ever cross her mind?

He spoke to his shadow and told her he had never wanted to be in this place again. She asked him about heartbreak and he replied that heartbreak only had a place to call home when you allowed yourself to fall in love; and she told him that had been his first mistake. He cried …

We stood there, in front of the house, talking, when all I wanted was for him to be gone, far away from me. I paid my dues though, hiked up my pants and smiled as he spoke and agreed when he wanted me to. He wasn’t standing in the shade; eye squinting in the bright …