Common Knowledge

Making friends with the giant is cheaper than renting a crane.  Show him our good side, he will show us his. Fairy tales have taught us the wrong lessons. Embracing those lessons, we approach the giant with fear and plans to control him, and he reacts. 
 Offer him a keg of beer, make a place at the gossip fire, and he calms, slips into a passive rhythm.  The complaints that he sometimes peers in second-floor windows while women undress are unimportant.  I have seen him urinate, and there is no possibility of fit.  Maybe with Jersey’s wife?  There are rumors.

Ken Poyner

 

www.kpoyner.com, www.barkingmoosepress.com

 

Winter’s Last Apple—poetry, prose poetry, micro-fiction

Stone the Monsters, or Dance – speculative poetry

Lessons From Lingering Houses – speculative poetry

Engaging Cattle – flash fiction

The Revenge of the House Hurlers – flash fiction

Avenging Cartography – flash fiction

Victims of a Failed Civics – speculative poetry

The Book of Robot – speculative poetry

Constant Animals – flash fiction




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