Category Archives: cubehermit

Like some sort of industrial breezeway, everything in the pick-up area of E Terminal Arrivals suggests speed, motion, no stopping, no parking, get in and get out, flashing lights, hurry up. I turn on my blinker and pull alongside the … Continue reading →

We were expressly told “No skinnydipping” at the end-of-camp staff party. Because of this, and despite having drunk more beer than ever, my heart races and my mouth dries as I drop my shorts on the sand. I pull my … Continue reading →

“How you even know yo’ camera’s workin’?” “I can hear it working, man. I know what it sounds like when it works. When it’s out of memory, it makes a beep, not a click. When it’s out of batteries, it’s … Continue reading →

Sitting in a prison cell gives you a lot of time to think about the signs. As a candidate she promised to build a safe nation and an ethical government. She talked about her interest in Astrology as just a … Continue reading →

Love Lies on the Beach by cubehermit As soon as she says it, we both know what it is, what it means, what it could mean. We eat our sandy grapes in a cautious, wind-swept silence. Crunching down on the … Continue reading →

They gave her an allegedly former broom closet in the back of the gallery for her installation. Now, on opening night, people kept asking her how she found the inspiration for the mop and bucket in the corner. “It is … Continue reading →

On a side street off the main drag where chain restaurants, big box stores, insurance companies and car sales giants were sucking the life out of America stood the only business for kilometers owned by a real person as opposed … Continue reading →