Flash Frog

A hemorrhage of maple trees blots the horizon. Everywhere, sunlight sweet-talks the edges of things: the purple wheels of aster, a gutted shopping cart. You embrace her in the covered bridge. Underneath, a river charts history sluicing boulder and bank, airless pebbles, a honeyed…

You latch on hard, quick, for your nightly feeding. P tries to distract me while he brushes his teeth. Pokes fun at my dramatics. “Finally putting that theatre degree to use,” he says as he creases the rags used to mop up my leaking…

Cacti growing in the bowling alley. Honky-tonk playing on a PA system that’s so weak it sounds like the music is coming from some distant shore. All this set amongst sunshine of drifting dust. A man reads a book by Tom Robbins behind the…