Bark, or: Bite [Part III]

A quadrille In the form of an Etheree [click here for Part I] [click here for Part II] "Sir? Mister? It's awful, ain't it? What she done to that poor dog..." He tore his eyes away from the screen in the window to the waif and grinned wickedly. "Yes," Mister replied, "And to think this… Continue reading Bark, or: Bite [Part III]

Bark, or: Bite [Part II]

A quadrille In the form of a Reverse Etheree [click here for Part I] the barn had been her only home, padlocked, dank, dark, with rats scurrying around; rotten scraps of food even Rex would only paw at thrown in once daily. She, more beast than girl, had crushed his skull when Mister, drunk, left… Continue reading Bark, or: Bite [Part II]

Bark, or: Bite [Part I]

A quadrille In the form of an Etheree a shiver goes through her, as she looks down at the shards. She can't afford to lose this job; she just can't. His shattered skull lies by the patio, dark blood staining her apron. She'd forgotten to check whether the neighbors kept a dog. [click here for… Continue reading Bark, or: Bite [Part I]

Nervousness, or: We

My 1st oral poem https://youtu.be/kCRYV5k0Icw Nervousness // versus this // inclination to perform Consciousness // written thus // without pen or form Thoughts streaming out // screaming // they shout Pouting // demand control ~ Would we could // arrange ourselves ~ On pages Rhythms gauged ~ Should moods // presage // the outcomes? Kind… Continue reading Nervousness, or: We