“We all held our breath, waiting for the electronic current to pass from one hemisphere of the cat's brain to the other…" The words explode out of his mouth.
"Please slow down, I can't keep up with you."
"My friend, you have the brain of a poet; it works too slowly. In short, we were successful. We heard the brain pulse loud and clear.”
long way home…
humming Yellow Submarine
published in Sketchbook, 6:6, November/December 2011
A Room of My Own: Crime Scene Tape Haiku - flapping crime scene tape ... the winter sun sheds its last light