The King of Pigs

    At the back of a barn lies a swollen old pig.     Forgotten and covered with dust, the pig's heaving breath is occasionally interrupted by a sharp snort. Its odor is marked by a putrid stagnancy, whereby the immovable animal rots and rots and rots. Save for the pig and the creaking of old wood, the barn stays quiet year-round, and dust continues to layer on top...

Language of the Animals

 I have this dreamof an island full of animals:there is no sound,there are no people—except me.I sit at the island's centerand all of the animals—the avians and the marsupials,the insects and the herbivores, and even the moles and bats—all stare at me.And this goes on and onand after enough time has passedand they eventually go back to their cricketing and chirping, and squeaking...