Chad Temples lives and works in Raleigh, North Carolina. When the going gets tough, he snacks on crystallized ginger, but when the tough get going, he prefers salt-and-vinegar chips and/or pizza-flavored anything.
Wind through the black reeds.
The cupboard a still river.
Dave ate the Combos.
Peanut butter. Spoon.
Absence of complication.
Dog pops a boner.
In the dream, I ride
on the back of the Utz girl.
Overnight crab chips.
Xbox is broken.
Dave ate the Combos again.
Google: cheap crossbow.
Beef jerky dip tin.
Teriyaki nicotine.
Jesus Christ is real.
It’s not you; it’s me,
Megabruiser Jawkbreaker.
My tongue is see-through.
Shattered controller.
Dave’s nose blood on the carpet.
Surge. We fed the rush.