A little Rat
Lorne Bronstein A little rat wandered in The priest said “pustules born from sin.” No one knew it would be the end Until doctors from England they would send A pustule here,…
A Regular Morning
I awoke to the sound of my wife calling me from the living room. “Babe? Come here. I want you to see this.” As I rolled out of bed I…
Germ Theory
Sometimes they see me. Other times they act like I’m not there. When they get sick. They damn the gods as if they had anything to do with it. I’m…
Them
The cold wind howled through the hollow trees in the dead of night. The smell of rotting wood clung to the thick humid air making every breath labored. Not a…