When the moon ate the dark, I went hungry. Hungry – not for stars as dry old rice on a pan, on a counter, in a bowl, but for a blackstrap night – thick, sweet and bitter run on my tongue – on a pancake plain, forked through and wedged out In sections, forty odd…
Tag: bones
Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Twisted, Toasted Bones – Stephen Fuller
Smeared dark jelly on twisted, toasted bones Lain in the dirt to bleach. Had to dispose of them Somehow, so with closet full I set out into wilds I’d forgotten we’re so much fun in my youth. Why the jelly, one might ask, don’t the dogs eat Even without extra-seasoning? True, they do. Yet, what…
