Red Tin Noodles

Whose dusty boots are those, standing at attention in the car stripped of its plumage near the desecrated rag? The ground, so hard in the winter sun, a pellet in the soft heart of a … Read more

Checking their watches by the radium glow, three dogs salivate same time each night. Pavlov rings them up with news. Pound is down. Old bones in Sahara found. Ears perk. Tails wag. Notes are taken, … Read more