Southern German

Transmitted on Tuesday, April, 14th, 2009 in Prose

“When all else fails, when everything is gone to hell and you know, you really know, that there’s nothing at all that you can do about it…make history!”
That’s the best thing my daddy ever told me. And he only said it once. He spit the words from his mouth like a death row inmate giving his final two cents on life and retribution.

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Penny

Transmitted on Monday, April, 13th, 2009 in Prose

Chester stood at the bottom of his porch steps. He rubbed his toes in the soggy, brown stretch of mud that should have been his front yard. Three months of rain had left it as soft as fresh bread and the dogs had made a game of digging in the mud. He spat on one of his black and brown beagles as it splashed by in front of him, on the heels of a little gray rabbit.
“Too much rain this year. Everything’s drowning.”

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From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf:

Transmitted on Monday, April, 13th, 2009 in Heroes & Myth , Poetry

From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf:
(Interviewer’s Notes:  He stares at his hands as he speaks.  His eyes
are sunken.  Said it was insomnia, nights without peace,
that brought him to me.)
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Young Man: In Reference to that Final Act of Villainy—Death

Transmitted on Monday, April, 13th, 2009 in Heroes & Myth , Poetry

Young Man: In Reference to that Final Act of Villainy—Death

The affair of night running began as an escape
from the angry arms of a disgruntled July
in which the fields dried to brown chalk
and death hung in the trees, waiting.
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