Her nose knew this smell. The people. The men. Men. Men took the trees. Men made them hot and orange. Men would touch the trees to make them glow in the night. The trees began a new life that filled ... [+]
Charles Joseph Albert lives with his wife and 3 teenage sons, works as a metallurgist, and only writes when no one is looking. Except maybe his dog. "The Poison Oak Rash" is in Short Circuit #10, Short Édition's quarterly review.
The histamine rush
from scratching this rash
makes me think that there must
be some really good cash
in selling the shameless
a new herbal boon:
buy a poison oak compress,
and itch till you swoon!
from scratching this rash
makes me think that there must
be some really good cash
in selling the shameless
a new herbal boon:
buy a poison oak compress,
and itch till you swoon!