Tag Archives: Dawn Macdonald

The dead fish telephone pole carrying the cable. Empty eyes at the junction. No bigger than a breadbox, all of it, Statistical Mechanics in a Nutshell. Easily compassed within an arm, a cubit, a foot, a hand, an inch, a … Continue reading →

When your brothers are birds your bones break and enter; that’s what we’ve learned; that’s what we’ve learned. You’d expect them to go after the soft parts, eyes and tongue, mainly. You might have to spend a hundred years asleep, … Continue reading →

I’m asking you to give me your wineglasses so I can smash them on the river rocks that I brought here in my pocket for this purpose and then instead of dancing I’m afraid we’ll have to spend the rest … Continue reading →

I was looking for the fox to snap and text to you, your new phone. nature though was keeping quiet. nature was out of town. next morning I’ll confess I overmarmaladed the toast on purpose, trying to make up for … Continue reading →