Hunting

483 words by 2 writers in Tübingen & Babylon

Stories filed under Hunting

hunting, soul, Prose poetry

You slough on, muck clinging to your holy heels.

by Cassandra Oswald

Babylon — A stray current whistles past your temple. It vanishes behind you, into the deep viridian. Tiny baby bones of the earth snap and sink under the pads of your feet. It’s just rained and you are sluiced...

Prose, animals, Pretty Photos

Quasi-Mexican standoff

by Marcus Hammerschmitt

Tübingen — We went hunting alongside the river. There were so many delicious animals to be hunted: swans, cormorants & coots for instance. The smell of gunpowder was heavy in the air because of our incessant...

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