martyr of the hunt she rests high-headed in the sun while we mill shiver and click behind the glass in a flash her jaw unhinged skull crowned with fangs and great tender blood-lapping tongue two creatures in one pulse neverRead more…
Good Fences Make Good Neighbours Nervous
After Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall” The weekend wakes with dental whirr of saw and drill; a picket fence has sprung along our border, glowing white. The old wire number has vamoosed, weeds trimmed and dosed. Between our yards, the wallRead more…