By Alyssa Trivett The trains run every so often, jackhammering off and above the track and the sound effects are glass smashing in a silent movie ear shrill pounding nails into quicksand. Kids fish reel their bikes over different Tetris levels of sidewalks, an elderly man hula hoops in front of his work desk on his driveway in … Continue reading In My Old Neighborhood
Parking Lot Puddle
By Alyssa Trivett You seep, loosely filing into paper pavement and bleeding clear ink. Filled cavity. Flossing into charred broken bottle puzzle piece corners, an art project sifting in a parking lot this hungover evening. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. She chirps down coffee while scrawling lines on the back of gas … Continue reading Parking Lot Puddle
Afternoon Jack
By Alyssa Trivett Afternoon Jack I dub thee, with the cigar hanging out of your mouth, a half-broken toothbrush tree branch lingering over the pool ledge. Old construction and computer equipment take up residence in the back of your mashed up boxcar, glued and gluten free with duct tape, as you glide over those scarred … Continue reading Afternoon Jack
Academy of the Heart And Mind 