Tag Archives: Linda Wojtowick

Things are changing perhaps. His dreams are that he is a dog, running. He runs all over. He covers the land from the gulf to the larger sea. Though his feet register the spiky roots of bog trees and spines of desert rocks, they are numb, unaffected sensations. He tries panting, just to see. When […]

How it ended up set on a dusty brown television in the electric trailer park is strange. But maybe not stranger, say, than an amphibian rain. A bend in wind. The father crushes his cans in a homemade machine and tends the dirt-filled pails. Under his constant hat his head is downy and small. The […]