his name was jesus

the tube fell under my weight, as if to play a game with me. a cruel one, but nonetheless, my mind went blank. i fished and flailed, i kicked and curled. seven seconds under water felt like an eternity; if i did resurface, would i still see my family?

an arm.
the warm touch of help!
thanks dad, i thought.
we resurface.
it was my best friend.
his name was jesus.

sign of misery

the long, narrow path had just enough room for two vehicles. the sky was blue, clear as glass. epitome of a nice day: full of life, full of hope.

a dead dog.
i pass the gate to the complex and a man lays it on the sidewalk, its legs to the sky like bamboo. desensitized, i turn the other way and continue.

death is simply an occurrence. think this way, and you'll be miserable, too.

starbucks love letter

you fat, green bitch. devised, but hardly real. seductive of course, hence my empty wallet. like a sailor lost at sea, i fall for your tricks. a sea creature that's made its way to land, terrorizing cities like godzilla. my eyes glisten at the thought of seeing you, smelling you again. my lips quiver, my tongue begs. i recite my oath to you:

"grande toffee nut iced coffee, 2% milk, extra ice, please."

by yauna olmstead

expressionism in graphic design

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