Red-Savage

Out here there’s a hole in the sky Doors open to the other side I saw a two headed dog, fighting over a bone Black haired woman turned into crows ~Black Stone Cherry      Hunter walked north, because in his dream he’d walked south.      He was young, but twice-aged than most of his peers. When the four am cashier with the greasy rat tail trailing down his neck at the corner store hands him the three-fifty change from the medium coffee (dark—no sugar or cream), he says with sincerity, “Come back to see us, sir.”     Hunter’s head jerked up. ‘Sir.’ He’d been staring at his coffee. The on