The cracked red barn births a clutch of baby chicks. And this is his chore, to scoop and spread feed for scratching and plucking. Scoop and spread. Bored, maybe, he wrestles three chicks into his hand. He’s thinking of red capes and Superman’s phone booth, the comics of the big city, as … Continue reading The physics of rebirth
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