There’s a leaf with bone eyes. —–Alan, 27 October 2007 A lost friend stares from the trail. She’s born with leaves, with strange markings for eyes. A sunset is pebbled into this mountain where no one finds anyone, and every ghost sings their trees to heaven, and a few crows fade to wood. Do not … Continue reading »
I only kidnap things that torment me. Mostly memories, and these I feed well, shelter, allow letters to home with assurances that all is well. Now there are FEMA trucks running and dissipating through my captive; it seems there’s a strong rain that went and snatched it some. How does one steal something so torn … Continue reading »
