by Kenneth Clay
I arrived at the hospital just as the sun was starting to lower. Crows perched high up on the building and made their calls. The circled around, painting black splotches on the sun. And just like everything else in Beldad, all was quiet. Inside the hospital, I noticed...
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...
by Kenneth Clay
James fell asleep as soon we got in the car. He laid his head against the window and snored, while a blonde lock of hair dangled in his mouth. The moon was bright tonight, a shimmering crescent. And the stars weaved their patterns through the sky. I took a right and...
by Kenneth Clay
We stood outside the bar after it had closed, too drunk to drive. The only car in the parking lot was our own own. Around it, was the midnight chirping of crickets. Just behind a thin layer of fog was the illuminating moon. Around it, was a bay of stars. James sat...
by Kenneth Clay
I stomped my cigarette out. We had pulled into the bar and found it to be an utter wasteland. Come to think of it, everything in this town was an utter wasteland. Thirty-five-thousand people and yet there were still ghosts. The highway on ramp was just down the...
by Kenneth Clay
My eyes glazed over as I drifted on the way to Birdland. Something about this Podunk desert town made me sleepy. Most of it was just empty space. Vast mountains. Rolling hills. And up in the sky, surrounded by shades of indigo, a thin moon hung. It was evening. I had...
