Zak – Page 20 – zakschafer.com

there’s a 3% fee on every donation but the kindness of it comes through quietly unfettered

the lid is pink and the container is glass and inside it, the ginger is yellow and dry

the last time i saw that man he shared with me his cocaine and fish

usual cold

a looped piano by a human named Emily

a group of ravens with plumage puffed to the cold ate garbage unabashedly and stared at me as i got into a car

a dehumidifier turns off; an exhale into silence

i had a baby with a woman who makes enough money playing abstract electronic music so that i don’t have to get a job and can put the baby in a sling or a pouch and walk around with it all the time

winter on the docks

“you should get one. it’s a great place for those kind of self-oriented musings.”

i’ve seen this film at least a dozen times but tomorrow will be only the second time seeing it on the big screen

Winter in the archipelago

the room is silent save for all the heaviness of breath

i can’t title this exactly as i want to as it might give too much away and i may pay both a literal and figurative price (meter reader walks the dock and i note the time)

you can try to catch the fish so long as you take the barb from the hook

animals and their animals

a deer neck in a plastic bag, still plenty of meat on it

sometimes it’s hard to stay asleep in the presence of all this swelling

the animal wants badly to be pet but is too afraid to get close enough to allow it

“i’m starting out my day…with a chopper”

the heart hangs from the rafters, it is blue and in need of a welding

there are so few reasons, really.

after slipping several times, i’ve learned to step cautiously into the floating morning

there are two colors in my head

a series of temporary homes