Tulips
The house across the street was dark. It looked as if it had burned down and been re-built from ash and tar and human bones. Bits of wood crumbled off the roof like Play-Doh, and windows were cracked. The grass … Continued
Game Theory
In a Landscape: XXXVI
What year, what moment was it, when all the television aerials came down from our roofs? And now, the skyline is getting all junked up with dangerous-looking post-apocalyptic telephone poles that list with hanging wires. You see them a lot … Continued