He wakes with a veil of fading orange sunset falling over his face. Slowly, he raises a hand, twisting it through the shards of light. There are no callouses. No dry cracks of peeling skin. It is ... [+]
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!