Author Archive | jriemerm

to be derelict (more…)

These birds cannot fly. Twitching vestiges grieve what they cannot recall. (more…)

Through the window, the summer night is just shy of silent: no breeze, no living thing (more…)

Food roars and rears its fur-maned head. It rises to be swallowed out of the dog-humping, death-eating stink of living dirt. (more…)

Outside, the light is crumbling, and birds are carrying the crumbs away. (more…)

The wind blows through Waverly, Iowa, like a tailpipe in your face. (more…)