They’re out of place here.
He sees it in their eyes,
in the way they move:
wary, almost drunk.
Could be he’s merely projecting
Text-Based Art by Evan D. Williams
Imagery by Evan D. Williams
There Is Something Wrong with Allister James
The drooling blob named Artemis was sitting in a fresh pile of her own excrement
Tara’s Favorite Song
Your little robot asks you, “What is love?” out of the blue one day
The Life Cycle of Strawberries
We sat on the porch together despite the cold, encased in warm woolen sweaters
Commandment
You gotta love
all your little hatreds,
all your petty
annoyances
Looking Forward to Retirement in 2040
A life of leisure, my friends called it,
a cage is what I say
