He was forced to eat a star, although all he wanted was bread. All he wanted was to be normal, but he was pre-determined by the Butcher Shop to have his limbs chopped…
Author Archives: Louis Bourgeois
No Possum
One grows tired of killing snakes, gutting lizards, crushing spiders. My furniture is full of death; there are bones in the walls. They don’t speak nearly enough. The carpet is an ocean where I am lost all the time. Outside the window, blue dust stirs in the wind. Further, the wild screams of children eat up the air…
Polichinelle
You have taken my bones, yet charge me with the crime—then laugh at me because I walk funny; failing to mention the extraordinary willpower I exercise in order to walk without bones—
Then, you want me to forgive you, after these biological…
Prose Without Meaning
A boy claps his hands and two clay pigeons come to life and fly off into nowhere—Nazarene. Nazarene is too full of blood, too full of nothingness—
no way out except the way you came;
and I’m too old to understand…