The Sads

The wave breaks and the sads wash over me. But they don’t stop there. The sads keep on going until they hit San Francisco and Los Angeles. Before long even the highest graffiti is covered in sads. Business offices are flooded with sads. The yellow legal pads of lawyers and novelists are drenched. There areContinue reading “The Sads”


Eyes wide, he smiles at the trashcan. He is practicing for human interaction. Lips taut, smiling, he nods to the basket. “Hello,” he thinks. No. “Hello,” he says. His dry voice scratches at his throat, tiny tumbleweed of sound. He pictures rivers. Exactly three of them, one from each eye and one from his noseContinue reading “Salutation”