THRU Magazine Archive
Shallow drags summon the fate of one more fag. Sulfur scented lightning flash queues the unmet tolerance of oxygen sacks. We lack a name for a famed feeling whose greeting startles us back. It pauses, healing, mulling over it’s epitaph. Genesis. Humble reincarnate, under unfolding guise and without name. Your Gemini guide the flame […]
The midwest throws neon colored food at us. We have something microscopic in our throats. The trees procreate with pink, twirling helicopters that Carmen decides magical. We go to to festival about a truce, called Truce Fest. We are trucing about colors of skin. You find a pair of earrings. Everything is pink here. We […]
What I recall now, a few weeks after a trip to San Francisco, is how quickly it went as a whole but how still the moments of the day seemed, as we walked without an itinerary up and down the hills of the city, drenched in uninterrupted sunlight. The four day-long vacation, respite, honeymoon, exploration, […]
I go to look at a house to rent because it is Sunday my day off and I have to find a place by Tuesday my nine hour day so I go to look at a house that is not falling down but almost, where hundreds of people before me have signed a lease and […]
As I mow the backyard with a pushmower in a teal sportsbra white wine with ice cubes waiting for me on the deck, a middle-aged woman calls over the fence looking for Lydia her teenage daughter. She looks like me but a teenager. Is she missing I ask, stupidly, glad I started drinking in the […]