Author: ps pirro

• A Useful Skill in a Tangible Situation

  Late in the morning I take my knife to the field, cut the cabbages free from their umbilical roots, strip off the outer leaves, the…

• No Kings

  Shall we get our fair share of abuse today in this flyover town, my hands stained with ink and it’s pouring down rain, is a…

• Speed Bump

  One more morning in the company of backyard birds, my neighbor rolls by on his blue motorcart, his dog alongside, passing through remnants of last…

• The Wheel

  Listen: about that history, the thing nobody tells you is that you can learn it or ignore it, either way you’re going to repeat it,…

• Once More Unto the Breach

  The ants are random scouts seeking what ants seek when they come into my kitchen from the garden, their aphid harvest stowed in mummy bundles…

• Embedded

  There are no empty houses in the city on the hill spirits in every pantry, dust of the ages in curtainless rooms no place to…

• Masked

  During the pandemic they called it a diaper, called it capitulation to deep-state coercion, the mark of the sheeple, they refused it and that was…

• Resurrection

  The songbird flew into the plate glass window on the second floor of the office tower, dropped like a fallen soldier to the sidewalk below,…

• Gladiolus

  They were a gift, the sort that comes with obligation: plant me somewhere before I expire and so when I awaken at 3 a.m. from…

• Shy God

  She’ll find you out walking, this shy god who left her golden girdle on the chair by the door, went out barefoot and unadorned, you…