Poetry
Good Christmas Hunting by John Reinhart
shelters steamed with rich meat down pillows and comforters – predator-prey relationship reestablished in the spirit of holiday cheer I want to steal crackers from Safeway all the crackers –…
PoetrySpringtime by John Reinhart
Springtime arrived, open mouthed, black, screeching harpy-like in the tree branch above my picnic table, sure to shit all over the white paint, something dead hanging from her claws; mechanically…