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 →

And Just How Many

How many schisms does it take to change a light bulb, that gray irritant in the shade, that fray behind diffused glass, incandescent once, but burned, but burned out? Twist the screw, damn you, dare you take the damn thing out and pop it on the floor, such joyous crack, this glass ever thin, this... Continue Reading →

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