Screech
Night prowlers got big eyes,ears that turn like dishescatching on some radio sign –distress or misstep on a twig. I woke to the garbled rageof cats in a thrashover borders…
Category: Argument
Means Put Away
S’always gonna be there, that stain like a slitherin’ dog done nabbed a cookie. Let’s call it spilt milk, if we must, but fuck that was a rabbit punch. Let’s…
Of Dead Birds and Tongues
If I knew anything, like a dog’s tail wags, like an iced wire sags, I would know a hard mouth stings. But there in the blaze of it, in that…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 