The Box Outside The Window

Outside the window there sits a box. It has never been opened. It has never left the spot by the front porch, even though the weather has come and gone. It is made of a strong material, something that would appear to last the test of time, or maybe it’s something magical, either way, it has not moved since it was placed there by a man in a grey uniform like so many men in grey uniforms do every day.

Others

A hand is outstretched, it’s morning in the middle of nowhere.

The Lonely

It was cold out. Not too cold out, but the wind was predictably chill this time of year and everyone knew it too.

Homeless Hat Productions

When I was eighteen I would sit in the park for hours and watch people pass by.

Trust Me

Trust me, he said

In the middle of a mangled breathe

21st Century Love Affair

It’s kind of crazy that this is what it’s come to, when all it takes is a small irrelevant “K-Dot” to stump you.