Dead Porcupine: No Metaphor

Dead Porcupine: No Metaphor

I came across a dead porcupine sitting on its bellylooking asleep—his only sign of injury a crookedand bloody nose—and thought perhaps I’d get a poemout of it—this corpse I nearly stumbled overin the dark cedar copse. But the world doesn’t always give you poemswhen...
Alligators in the Basement

Alligators in the Basement

My brother and I conjured a swamp of black water,filled it with saw-toothed specimens, upping the anteof our basement games. Any trek downstairs meant taking the treacherous route—the jumpfrom the fifth stair onto a small castaway table,followed by the precarious...