Arcadio

Not Fiction. We often compare our lives to a long, drawn out battle. We say we are in the trenches, beaten, battered, betrayed, fighting an endless horde of enemies without while simultaneously quarantining the enemy within. I think we compare our lives and our pain to war, because despite our... Sign in to see full entry.

Those low-scale motels. I love them. When they have an opened window and clanky ceiling fan to drown the heat. A sewer system that breathes. My designer suit on a steel beam. And a cross – on a dark woman loosely draped. It makes a terrific centerpiece, hung in space. Sign in to see full entry.

“Escape! Escape! Run and hide! Escape! Hide!” These words sent to me, echoed with a calm hate. I shivered, and shook, and pried my eyes open to see him standing there at the base of my sleep. He was a huge presence of mass and height, though he was featureless save two glowing eyes of mist, staring... Sign in to see full entry.

Part 2 Slowly I drifted into an unpleasant slumber, noting a sense of anxiousness in the place my soul should be. And I began to dream. *** I walked along a river bank, leaving no imprints in the sand with my tennis shoes. The water calmly grazed the smooth, small rocks of the riverbed as it flowed... Sign in to see full entry.

Part 1 As I try to rest, looking for some sort of peace in the night, he called to me: "Cease fleeing, roach! Confront me, once more; as if you deserve life, as if you are worth wasting oxygen on, grotesque insect staining life. What have you ever done, besides fail? Besides kneeling idly in an... Sign in to see full entry.