Through the weeping household stalked a small black cat—just past kittenhood, and more gamine than gangly. She darted past the skirts of a grieving wife as the woman buried her face in a ... [+]
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 Tiger in the Asian Wood," originally published in Assisi, is featured in Short Édition's series, The Current.
Originally published in Assisi
The tiger in the Asian wood
gives no thought to "did" or "should,"
but, ever tense and present, will
plunge forward to her future kill.
We humans run a different race,
and won't let go of our past case;
never far from who we'd been,
like snakes still trapped in prior skin.
gives no thought to "did" or "should,"
but, ever tense and present, will
plunge forward to her future kill.
We humans run a different race,
and won't let go of our past case;
never far from who we'd been,
like snakes still trapped in prior skin.