Sunday, 17 DecemberThe draft from the barely open window cools my back. I listen to the the barn owl call his mate back from her dawn hunting.The back doorcloses lightly and I hearthis morning’s fire wood tumble into the box. There is just a tinge of pink light on the tops of the trees. Enough …
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Arson
ArsonDawn cracks open the world,forcing its upper windows ajar.Letting the first spark oflight into the darkness.Dawn takes darkness for granted.Takes her job of breaking night for granted.Dawn is careless, heedless ofhow brightly she burns.She doesn’t concern herself with the flammability of daylight.She wants only to extinguish the stars. Published on The Laundry Line, 15 April, …