.HRO Files

I tried to fill your trailer with glass lilies but stopped, seeing the shark fetus jar. Something didn’t feel right. So I took a drink of Yoohoo-infused gin and examined the fetus. It looked gummy. It looked like it wanted teeth pressed into it and also to complete its yawn. I grabbed the green bowl… Read more: Cowboy Dogs.hro

Most people lucky enough to find something fantastic or mystic, glory perverts, are bags of hot carnival goldfish when it comes to figuring out what to do with it. They’re all, “Oh, darn, set the Hammer of Vulcan on the back of my toilet and it went straight through all seven floors of my apartment… Read more: Hat of Infinity.hro

Dear Diary, Do you ever feel like you’re just waiting to maximize? Like on those old Beast Wars cartoons? Like that episode where the tiger guy’s space pod got cracked and he wasn’t sure if he was an Autobot or a Predacon or a snow tiger till Waspinator was threatening to kill the real snow… Read more: Diary of Hunter Green 11.hro

It got too loud in the city. It was deafening. I couldn’t breathe. Like my brain was too scrambled to remember that I needed to breathe. It used to be thrilling. I was plugged in, controlling an ocean of hard memory. Feeling validated every time it moved in the same current as my thoughts. I… Read more: Techno-Tele-Path-Kinetic.hro

It isn’t instantaneous what happens to a boy stuck in a field of light The brightness saturating everything whiteness without end If he’s strong enough he’ll become static A frequency of light and darkness The light path cools and fades. A man seizes and screams on the cold metal floor. His mind hasn’t caught up… Read more: TV Gleam 2.hro

The boy ain’t been the same since he learned he could bend rain. It took form ‘round him like a blanket, or some kind of cloud, the night…

You have every reason to be afraid.The giants are coming and they’ve already takenJapan. They only want a fraction of the lovebirth promised. They will pick you up,hug your glass frame until you run downtheir torsos, over the mountains of their knees,until you slip beneath their feet becomingtheir coagulated path towards impossiblepeace. Some have found… Read more: The Coming Light.hro

The wood-framed television of your dusked basement flickers from the talking golden retriever and its family, drowned out by laugh- track, to black and white snow roaring with failed connection. A voice emerges, short of breath, fluctuating with strange magnetism. Mayday May…day…This is Jesse Gibson, the Nuclear Man. Mission ZΨ2573, Op… Operation Infinitum, has suffered… Read more: TV Gleam.hro

Janice Waters turns on a desk lamp in Akron, Ohio. Heat builds as she surveys her magazine’s galleys. She leaves for a glass of orange juice, and returns to the roar of dark cedar shelves burning up the walls, across the ceiling fan, and onto the door frame that looms over Janice’s mousy blonde head.… Read more: The First Wave.hro

This time it’s space. I am in a dusk parking lot and a man in a yellow tank top with brown curly hair is slamming dents into cars. He moves like gorilla blood. His eyes are lit with pale spots from the streetlights and frenzy. My body points my palms toward him, curls and connects… Read more: Superhero Dream 67.hro

Dear Diary, Ooooh, man. Rory taught me this phrase yesterday. I texted him about this guy who yelled at me for stepping on his coffee and he said I shoulda told the guy to suck shit. I’ve been going nuts with it. I’ve been all, “Suck shit, you birds!” “Suck shit, you boner drones!” “Suck… Read more: Diary of Hunter Green 16.hro