Through His Pain

Fenceline by Eric Alder

She lays a hand on each post. It slows her advance, but she doesn’t mind. The tall grasses are hissing against the knees of her jeans. The fence line goes on forever to her eyes, but she knows after the tree…after the tree he will be there. There will be no stopping him, there never has been. Through his pain is the only way home.


Hugging Cranes

somebody to lean on…


Tight pants
Reveal old man
Junk offended punks snort
At leaned back display corded nuts
No salt