Hound Dog Blues

In October, the dullest month of all, two rapists escaped from Sugarloaf Detention Center. The dogs tracked them through Miller's Farm, through pumpkins large as toddlers, through the discarded rubbers of puerile lovers in another road-side field, and finally into my crop of secluded grain. Pheasant swarmed like maudlin incubi at the sight of them, … Continue reading Hound Dog Blues