Where Are You Now?

“Where are you now? As I’m swimming through this stereo, I’m writing you a symphony of sound.” ~Jack’s Mannequin [“The Mixed Tape”] Do you ever wonder where they are? I mean all the people you’ve left behind, or the ones who’ve left you behind? I sometimes do. In the darkest shadows of the night, when I … Continue reading Where Are You Now?

The Quiet Ones

The serial killer’s neighbors always say, “he seemed like such a quiet guy.” Yeah, he was quiet because he didn’t want anyone noticing that he was taking bodies back to his house in the dead of night and burying them in the backyard. The neighbors never say he was a disturbance, that he ever made … Continue reading The Quiet Ones

The Watcher

I’m a people watcher. I always have been, since I was yoing and I would give my mother fits when we went out in public. Because not only did I watch people back then, but I also gave them names and loudly called them by their “names.” Before you think that I took pleasure in … Continue reading The Watcher

Every Day

The rain in the street washes down to the gutter while birds stand watch on telephone wires. Dark night drifts like a cloud over parked cars and finely dressed homeless men. Every day at this time, in these places, life is distinguishable from death by the thinnest of threads, by the nodding of heads as … Continue reading Every Day