I’ve been going through some of my old poems and converting to flash fiction. Here is the original poem: We had faith in the soothsayer’s poison.We knew how to sacrifice our sons and daughtersto secure…
so i lay thereplaying with splintersin the late afternoon the angels of paradise,hidden in the mysteryof my days leaningon worn-out wings, sang to me sticks lie broken,dead leaves gather dust,i am homesick herein the ashes…