My poems "The Golem in Flight" and "Cryptogamy" have been accepted by Not One of Us. Of which the fall issue should be appearing shortly, so watch this (among others) space.
There was a decomposing mouse in the summer kitchen yesterday. Its fur was clumped like grass clippings; its tail splayed against the cement. I thought at first it was a clot of dead leaves, but not after I could see the thin limbs. I don't know why it should feel seasonal, of a piece with walking down Trapelo Road this afternoon in paling sunlight, eating a nectarine, but it does. It was tidied away with a plastic bag, buried unceremoniously in the trash. The next one I will apologize to.
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There was a decomposing mouse in the summer kitchen yesterday. Its fur was clumped like grass clippings; its tail splayed against the cement. I thought at first it was a clot of dead leaves, but not after I could see the thin limbs. I don't know why it should feel seasonal, of a piece with walking down Trapelo Road this afternoon in paling sunlight, eating a nectarine, but it does. It was tidied away with a plastic bag, buried unceremoniously in the trash. The next one I will apologize to.
I owe
schreibergasse a meme.
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