with her spirit long gone her white tail slips in my fingers she’s large, 10 inches   a bloated two pounds I drop her into a double bag...

after dinner dog walk street, dead quiet a dry leaf cartwheels over the road   to Oliver, it’s a circus mouse till he pounces and the...

words live as isolated as those who rescue them   find them company or a nice home in a lyric phrase or sentence   writers work...