Sorrow Dogs
Till dawn found them dreaming
The riven dogs returned from the shattered fields, their coats crusted with the epithets of war...mud, blood and memory. They drooled in long ropes which dragged wet to the earth and curled together for a common warmth shivering with a thief greater than cold. Time past and a singular howl rose, pure and baleful. A keening of utter loss as if to extinguish himself entirely by sound.
Then the chorus of the pack enjoining in the loss of a world known only to them till dawn found them dreaming.
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Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
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Dark glass fell down like rain shattering against the stained bricks and then went silent. Shards glinting in the alley light that no one would see. Screams rang out from above, furtive and distraught like the last cries of the world. The sound of something ending.
By Kevin Rollyabout a year ago in Fiction
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Sad, yet beautifully written