Linda Cable is returning to the field of writing after a long hiatus. She has published over two hundred and fifty works of fiction and non-fiction and was awarded inclusion in the Authors Guild in the 70's.
Spring 2008
Table of Contents - Vol. VI, No. 1
Poetry Interview Translations Fiction Book Reviews
All that racket!
No use shooting
them.
Cricket....
Cricket ....Cricket....
billions of them.
Not much ammo.
Got to consider that,
plus the time.
The time -
Gotta get some shut eye.
Now the slamming starts;
car doors -
back door -
heart valves.
Bill's damn dog
gonna stop yapping.
Gotta think about the law,
while a gravel truck
off loads in the back of my head.
Still fingering the solution,
As it gets lighter
In my hand -
gun metal
tastes
like
relief.
I heard she lived here,
in her best mind, stirring
her fruit in hot black pots.
Her season came again.
Rot borne of her,
laughing,
with the head of a wolf.
I saw her. Mad at the window,
pounding on the peeling sill,
tearing curtains with her teeth.
© Linda Cable
