a whole horse half heartedly   a roiling mew of a maw maze of maximum hunger scrutinized under security liable to topple the regime of grasping at straws. stave off to starve aloft felt left bird flaws flu is turning to pigs could fly filling sty eyes with red tears done dry green bills folded neatly quacked left to talk amongst themselves. unpacked they fly … Continue reading Three Poems by Myl Schulz