An Egyptian Fall

Three squirrel call my yard home, I name them Taw, Khon, At - They require little tact, just seed and corn, and to be left alone. They tend to acorns, nuts, seem to have time enough to pause, read the sky, watch clouds scudding by. I watch them from window, doors. Just as minnows score … Continue reading An Egyptian Fall


Some Growth

Midnight. The minute hand clicks to the right, underscores the hour. Outside second story tenement, a car passes through puddles, beams of light passing over bedroom walls, ceiling. The tick tock of the clock. The scratching of the mice. 3 am. Guns snap in the alley, there are moans. Quietly close, and lock the window. Grip … Continue reading Some Growth