Tarah Walsh
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A Dog Is Just a Dog
And when he glances up at me— a dog is just a dog until he isn’t. Continue reading
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Peter and the Polite Wolf
Peter wanted nothing more than to help his father. So every day, he did as he was told and stood guard over the family’s flock of sheep. Tall and straight, Peter stood at the top of the field, watching, watching,… Continue reading
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Ode to Unemployment
Oh, happy is the interview day, when spirits are raised, doubts pushed away. With sweatpants forgone, clothes freshly ironed– What could be better than getting hired? Continue reading
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Zone 7 Blooms
My dog is killing my Bali hibiscus. I felt guilty for buying it. It’s an ostentatious flower that has no right living in the ground of zone 7. But the tag said it could survive our weather, so I purchased… Continue reading
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Godspelled
And man said to god:I will fear you, I will use you–I will love you, I will need you.And god said to man:I am the light you seek when knowingcasts its heavy toll.Spell Fragment No. 164 Continue reading
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Red, Love
When all you see is red, all I see is you. And that’s enough, for me. So don’t leave me, Can’t you see? Continue reading
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A Cure for Maladies of Madness
You must remember that it will scream. But that is to be expected. So don’t worry about it and just roll-up your sleeves. It takes a bracing mind and a steady hand to cut them up. Don’t be afraid to… Continue reading
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The Yarn That Felt Too Much
I sit here in my bundle, all coiled up as thread. The dye is red with flecks of orange, and the unspoolingis only ever in my head. The hands that hold me click and clack with soft delight. Some are… Continue reading
