An intruder squats on a dream— luring in the dreamworld with a sound softer than sirens, more resounding  than whispers A night rider perches on nerves— snapping like twigs, chirping like a backyard bird, until the sun goes down The chirping gets louder, as dark blankets light they diminish softly, then pick back up with the crescendoing  of a nocturnal chorus of insects, of barking … Continue reading THE BIRDS AT NIGHT

A Short Piece of Prose The grass crunched underneath my boots as I walked to my car. I pulled out of my parking spot carefully so I didn’t slide around on the thick layer of ice concealing the pavement. I turned left on the street and came to a gentle pause at the stop sign. I traveled the back road to John Dale Lane, toward … Continue reading “Destination Addiction”