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The Food Chain
The Food Chain
Whitetails in the night
munch tomatoes, spinach
and corn, devour them all
with cilantro and sugar
peas, grind them
to a pulp with yellow
teeth and belch
artichoke mist
beneath brisk starlight. Continue reading
Autumn Fire
Ditch Apples
My Book of Clouds, Image XXV
Ozone Continue reading
Security
Security
If I were a window,
I’d be invisible to wings.
Flies would buzz
and head-bang bees. Wasps
would sting. Gnats
I’d knock unconscious. I’d be clearly
clean of guilt. If I were a window, Continue reading
Finishing Touches
The writing is completed, now the fun part begins? Continue reading
The Bear
The Bear
Troyer saw the bear
in his field, the second
bear he’d seen
in his eighty-four years,
our neighbors
down Dana Road
didn’t see the bear
in their yard, but found
their feed barrel ransacked
in the night. The guy
on the hunting land
behind their trailer
saw the bear
stand up on its hind legs
and take a look
through the window
of their truck. Continue reading
