Tag: Jim Slusher

The mute page

Herewith, the mute page the silent ink, the dumb pixels, devious soundless shapes, making so much noise. Yes, loud! The boom of mountains exploding, reverberations that bring pain to your ears, cause your shoulders to shudder, your teeth to shatter and crack! Then what? The plunge to a cottony hush? A whisper, faint perhaps but solid Read More …

Encounter

I never hear them howl. In the movies, their mournful yodel fills the night. In the suburbs, we know them only when our bichons go missing from the back yard. Her I see on a gray mid-morning while out for a walk with Rose, a real dog, 35 pounds of meat packed tight as a sausage in Read More …