INTERIOR LANDSCAPE A diminishing presence of god & god-figures. Weak sun. After dusk, the porch light, only. All the reaching creatures, limbed & rooted or crawling, clawing up the porch steps. Snuffling, searching for scraps. Fur matted with unknown blood. Holes torn into ears. A knocking of spoons against tin cups, Come, little ones, & … Continue reading Caylin Capra-Thomas