A Tree Among Blades
By Dillon Jackson
There’s no room for life in this place. So why are you here? Your suit is spotless. You smile. Laugh. People never reach this tree, never whole, and yet you’re here nonetheless. You glide among weeping groves and wilted leaves like a living specter, free from rot. The spores beneath your feet reach for your soul, can you feel them?[…]
Remembrance
By Dillon Jackson
The morning of February 21st was cloudy and dull, with the chill of a late-winter day; frost clings to barren trees lining the concrete jungle surrounding my small apartment. I open the fridge, and to no one’s surprise but my own, only condiments decorate the few rails inside.[…]
Lonely Reflections 