Wavey Line Wavey Lime

Every atom in the lane of time, Vibrates rhythmically to the mathematical beat of the universe. We eat food, We eat molecules, We eat historical atoms, We eat distant space, We eat the waves that flow between, Down the waves that we are, Into the waves that deteriorate, Into the waste bin it flushes away,…

Hank and Radio

The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…