He has learned not to ask dangerous questions in the company of carnivorous flowers. “The signs are ominous” says the light in an arithmetic of tossed berries. Clouds will not …
A Tuesday with Two Heads
(Jayne Fenton Keane)
Last Letter At arm’s length. A letter in a frying pan. A smoking Dear John. Slap on meat, pour over cognac, watch the veal flare. The next day a doctor …
