Scraps of life, incomplete

By Robin Ray An Elegy Before Work   The theme for this rainy morning is dread. Long live the king. I’ve already turned my back to those murderous crows perched in willows at the outskirts of the graves. In silent repartee they snicker, peppered by the bushel, and to us dressed like them, stinking mimicry. … Continue reading Scraps of life, incomplete