Dead Dogs Two
Chapter 1: Mire and Loam they kill us for their sport... **From the height of the highway onramp we saw** **Two dogs, a-dead in a field** Across a white road, through a river of static, amidst a patch of rhododendrons. Petals scatter on the breeze,...
BUNdle of Sticks
Sometimes reassurances don't sit right, to a mind that warps them. Sometimes an argument can't be resolved with words alone. And sometimes a weary kitty needs a rabbit's dick working them open. Such is the world we live in. Such a world bore...