Sunday, January 13, 2008
there is a man covered in glass on the lawn of a burning house. soon there are sirens and then ambulances, police, and firefighters. inside the house, three children, a wife, a dog, covered in knife slits.
they take the family into the forest and turn them into trees. they have dark branches with deep green leaves, even the dog. the man becomes a blue river, its cool water flowing over the twisted brown roots of the family.
there’s a bird, a bird with messy black feathers. it flies into town and into the office of the newspaper reporter. make all stories like this one, it says.
Posted by gary barwin at 10:10 PM