Labor Day

Labor Day by Joseph Millar Even the bosses are sleeping late in the dusty light of September. The parking lot’s empty and no one cares. No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas or starts up the big machines in the shop, sanding and grinding, cutting and binding. No one lays a flat bead […]

Typing

Typing by Kie Borsden While no minute can last forever, (there is always one in each folded hour to lend itself to me, and seamlessly allow to be forgotten in the toll. Where keystrokes force their clattered beat between the pendulum—she runs, just for a moment— a moment unseen below the clock, unknown to time—she […]