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 or a breached fence - vicious - like a bad sentencemisread as subject and objecttangle for dominion. I woke to a turf war,a scrap over... Continue Reading →

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 keep in it the hutch with all the chipped bowls and riddled towels. I know. But forgive don't mean forgot, just means put away with... Continue Reading →

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 thick tongued moment, when your eyes glazed on a word, a dry twig snapped beneath a bird. And what fell there, what broke there, now... Continue Reading →

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