& Memphis is out in Full Fang! Skeletons skip down our pitted streets. Whole families with matching hobo stipple roam tragicomically through the sprawling candy deserts: polka-dot bandanas on sticks, flapping Chaplinesque shoes.
Unclaimed pumpkins pile high behind razor wire. The air's thick with caw & trouble. Our...
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums like blood over a valley of bone If blood is a...