By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
By Patrick Venturella Pete says worms regenerate : re-grow so we find five under a rock and bisect each worm carefully with a shovel. The ten halves writhe : worm slime black clay and blood mix like ten fingers playing in a red oil slick. There will be ten worms
