Cluck gobble, cluck chuck gobble all that pluck and buck and wobble all the birdlings’ flight and squabble come on down to Malvern hovel. – Malvern farmyard–chicken barnyard holds convention in the scarred yard. Craters, cages, all the discard fill the full convention courtyard. – Clucky Kleister, great foul shyster, grand emcee and pooba meister […]Read more "The Crime Convention"
Tripping, giddy, dash across the page to chase the periods. Swishing leaves like wind and bang up max efficiency that sweeps past fields of knowledge– kings and songs and prophesies– and screeches Jehu-like to a final. breathless. halt. I close the word… and rush to live my day. – – – – – —Read more "A Truncated Meeting"