by Kenneth Clay
AND NOW, A BRIEF THESIS STATEMENT Imagine me, up on the cross. From my corpse sprouts rain clouds. The droplets hit the Earth, and out comes flowers. Then shrubs. Then oak. The trees intermingle their roots and touch each other. Whispering through vibrations. A...
by Kenneth Clay
“The blood doesn’t match with anything we know. It’s not Justin’s, and it’s not any of the victims.” James said, slamming a paper file on the counter. Paul looked up with wide eyes. “So then who’s is it?” He asked. I stayed in the corner,...
by Kenneth Clay
Rosa dropped me off back at my motel. I spent the rest of the day lying in bed and watching television. I rolled a joint or two and smoked that. The strain was Blue Dream and it made everything look like it was in HD. I knew that I’d have to pay a fine for...
by Kenneth Clay
THE PAST ROSA DELGADO “Rosa!” Paul barked from inside his office. She sat up and peered forward. “What’s up?” “There’s domestic dispute on Thompson. Can you handle it?” Immediately, she began grabbing her things. “Yeah, I sure can.” “The address is 2032.”...
by Kenneth Clay
The ambulances arrived quickly, and so did Paul. I stood under the overhang, smoking a cigarette with a ghastly look on my face. Like a long shadow was covering me. I didn’t get it. Did reality just glitch? Was I schizophrenic? I had to be crazy. So when Paul...
