Broodwood

Part One. Now’s when you tell me why you killed me, the man says from his resting place, slumped and halved and bleeding against the wall of the cabin. The walls and floors and roof are cedar, and they smell fragrant in the summertime, but in the winter they smell like the bitter, indifferent coldContinue reading “Broodwood”

night of the fighter

sweat stains the floor as blows on body land the howl from ravaged throat of watching fan electric neon suns glow from their stands and cast a mighty shadow of this man who with a heart of iron’s steely hand with feared renown that cross the county spans whose stature proud and noble, fierce andContinue reading “night of the fighter”

Five

In moon-lit, sparkling snow which covers ground The tracks of snowshoes shuffling through the wood Canoe ashore by tighten’d tether bound In peaceful silence, night sleeps as it should With wisps of dream a-light in nestled minds The daylight’s fauna seek the sandman’s spell Nocturnal beasts, they brave the dark to find Escape from thatContinue reading “Five”