Morning Deer

Two Mule Deer. Turning their heads as one. Watching those of us still on the trail. It is a Grand Gesture and does not go unnoticed. A Sparrow Hawk waits and dives. Please! she screams. Every moment is sacred. How many creatures know this? The deer rotate their ears with deliberate intent. Waving at us with the well practiced indifference of newly minted royalty. First published by Iconoclast

To the Current State of Affairs. Eternal Hope. Has Sprung a Leak. Calling for Help. Won’t Help. Please keep your seat or face Bodily Harm. Attention! A Brief List of Places you Don’t Want to Go: Mosco

PRELUDE 1948 Lion tails cartwheel through the smoke. Landing softly on the Screaming Platz. Zebras. Black White. Red. The earth vomits its crust and Yes. There are secrets to be kept so open wide. Suc

I like hanging with the Funcle. He knows the waitress from Woolworth’s and can Charm her at Will. On cue he gets cheese with his pie. Someday soon he will cup her breasts. His brothers are evil. The w