Fourth of June,
Made it to Cairo. Unbearably hot, more people than I’ve seen in a long time. T lost his bags, or they were stolen. We are catching a train that will take us further south. Tried some of the street food, I don’t remember what it was called. It was had paper-like crust wrapped around a dry paste of fruit and nuts. Very sweet. T didn’t care for it. He never cares for anything.
Sixth ...
The little bird crept closer to the edge of his nest.
He felt the down shift beneath him, the twigs had grown dry and brittle. The recent storms had tugged at the once sturdy home until it shook with even the slightest breeze. The bird looked out at the graying sky, the air was flat and stale today. A bad day to go, he thought, but go he must. Turning his gaze downward, the bird anxiously eyed the...
Have you ever
Seen the riverbed?
The shadow of the river
Slithers there
Slipping over
Sand and stone
It brushes fish
And soaking bones
And when it pleases
On occasion
It slides up the bank
Under ferns
And over logs
Along the forest floor
Playing over
Shining leaves
And dancing
To your door
It never waits
The shadow of the river
Silently shuffles
All the way home
Back to the river
Back to the fis...
Under the eave lives a quiet thing.
It has golden saucer eyes,
That blink anxiously to life when something draws near
Shining, they stare out into the darkness
When all is still
They close again.
This thing,
It wears a hat.
An ugly hat.
Brown and lopsided
But warm.
The hat makes noises,
Angry squeaking
Sharp yellow mouths emerge
Then disappear again.
This thing that lives under the eave
Rumbles ...
