Tag: Dead Letters for Living People

  • home.

                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,…

  • frog.

    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…

  • third shift

    “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…

  • ogres.

    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…