Author: Fatesjoke

Dawn asks nothing, notices yesterday’s death, yet energy released in solar arcs demand our undying celebration, hedonistic energy begs absolute gratitude.

At the laundry mat, I watched a black guy punch a white guy in the head. I wanted to intervene but who am I to interfere in the affairs of others? Instead I glanced out the window as he hit the ground. Blood already erupting from the split flesh of his skull. There were two …

His eyes are still talked about seventeen years after they stuck his body in a blast furnace People tell me that I have his eyes which I know, because they are dead and colored like ash I never asked to be the son of Lancelot, or to have eyes that are a reminder of him …

I never really knew the man, we never really connected. There aren’t any pictures of the good times we had, sometimes I wonder if there were any. I see him when I look in the mirror, mostly because that is what people have always said. He died when I was young and chemical distractions kept …

He pushes all that he owns in front of him within a shopping cart, face proud like a king of old looking out over the land greasy hair and dirty clothes do not matter nor do the lice on his unshaven face he walks with his kingdom always before him, and his land is a …

She sees her reflection in the television he watches, in the wine bottle on the table in front of her, in the glass in her hand. His words from this morning echo in her head, drown out the sound of helmets clashing and announcers calling plays. Tears well up in her eyes, as she imagines …

This little boy, never really had a chance. Never shown what love was, never had a place. Silent, always at a loss for words. Seeking attention, because something was better than nothing. Punishment, better than distance. Warmth of pain lasting until he fell asleep, like a teddy bear he could hug. Fighting for affection but …

A couple of shakes to spread the coolness of the ice cubes evenly around, there is just something about it. The clean refreshing sweetness, soy milk satisfying guilt and caffeine meeting needs. Imagining a small percentage of money spent, making it’s way to the small Indian province that the tea come from. Like mother’s breast …

She met me on the street, all smiles and flipping hair, she held her backpack in one hand a cigarette in the other, they both fell to the ground as she threw her hands around my neck. I pulled her close, her curves pushing tight against me, my arms tight around her waist as our …

I woke up this morning, still at odds   with myself. Went through the routine of a work day. Until I got to the stop light. My mind somewhere else, I was stopped, across the line, in the     center of the intersection. How did I ended up here;     was it by chance? did I do it …