Category: Dead Letters for Living Prople

            I am ripped from a self-medicated coma to the sounds of lawn mowers and screaming children outside my window. It all comes through a haze thin membrane that still has its tiring hold on me.             I have this image of an infant calf being born, dazed and disoriented, hanging from its mother’s cunt,…

It just sat there on the window ledge. Croaking it’s mating call to anything that could hear it. I appeared to be the sole individual hearing its guttural summons echoing throughout most of the common area and into the office. It has the habitual annoyance of over powering everything I do to block it out…

“You shouldn’t have any problems. Most of them sleep through the night. Occasionally you have a situation with one of them but all in all you won’t have any of them coming at you with a blunt object.” That was how our little meeting ended.             I got the impression that I wasn’t what she…

The boy broke free of his dream. He could smell the remnants of dinner on the cooling air. There was an electric hum throughout the space as if a great beast purred at its own pleasures.             The boy cursed the inadequacies of the night-light and broke through the warmth of his bed. Making his…