I wake to the sound of a snowdrift shed from the roof like antlers shrugged off by a deer or like that molting time when birds stay flightless a while to grow themselves back.
Blind Guy sits on park bench, looks out, the day reacts: A Man jogging by with his buxom new Bride envies a Widower, lonely old fat— propelled by gravity, on a skateboard he glides sips a milk-shake, hits a hidden … Read More
A Fishmas Miracle We left our Fish to Die this break, unaware in their tank they were walking the plank As we sunbathed on the beach eating steak. A three-week sentence in a dusty, dark room, no people to feed … Read More
