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Category: Fixion

Vex in Silence

To Whom It May Concern, I am writing you concerning the incident that occurred on the day of April 28th between Sedona, Arizona, and Boulder, Colorado. I know I am in a lot of trouble, but I am sure if you hear my side of the story, my punishment won’t be as severe. I cannot go to prison. It all started on a really sunny day on a Trailways bus in Sedona. As I walked onto the giant red bus, I couldn’t help but think it was like a cherry… Read more Vex in Silence


The flashing red and blue lights burn their filthy likenesses into the back of my skull. My piece rests on the passenger seat in its holster back in the car. As I chase them, my feet slap hard against the pavement down the dead end alley. They slow to a jog. They turn to face me.  The taller one looks pensive, eyes darting about, probing the shadows for either an improvised weapon or a place to stash his dope. The shorter one slides his right hand nonchalantly into the back… Read more Crickets


The Skin The tracks on his arm scream. No job, no responsibility, the waiting unbearable. Twenty-four hours of nothing but time. He gropes about with blind yellow fingers. Months’ worth of accumulated garbage rots on the linoleum. Rodents and bacteria abound. His veins cry with the aplomb of an infant hungry for mother’s milk. Stiff and ancient, his bones grind as he attempts to crawl, feeling the ground with broad sweeps of his arms. He grazes the cylindrical syringe with fecal smudge fingertips. Sitting upright, he fondles the needle, tracing… Read more Scapegoatopia