Lion in Suburbia
They spotted him one early gray morning placidly seated by the children’s swingset, over-sized marzipan cat, like a child’s stuffed […]
They spotted him one early gray morning placidly seated by the children’s swingset, over-sized marzipan cat, like a child’s stuffed […]
Small bird in the rafters. Book buried in the hay bales. Harness rotting at the door. The days after my
I wonder at your nonchalance as you drive one-handed, not even that— two-fingered, really while the world flies by at
It is that moment when the moon is a glaring crescent, slowly engulfed by the impending night— when the few
I’m waking from the early afternoon, I watch the trees outside nod with the wind. I need to go and
First you flew over the jungle canopy, your chopper throbbing like a heart. I was in the movement, striving against