Jul 24, 2021 | Fiction, Poetry
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins had taken them as targetsAnd had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews,The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottonsWhen with my haulers this...
Feb 27, 2021 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Just behind the kingdom that failed ran a nice little river. It was a clear, lovely stream, and many fish lived in it. Weeds grew there, too, and the fish ate the weeds. The fish didn’t care whether or not the kingdom had failed, of course. Whether it was a kingdom or...
