Kirby Wright — The Monarch Review
Bug Brother – Kirby Wright
Thursday, January 22, 2015 10:09 — 2 Comments
My big brother wears his orange Terminix shirt with “Barry†stitched in blue on the breast pocket. I don’t understand why he wants to make his living selling fumigation packages and supervising beefy crews pulling tents over roofs. I guess the money’s good. His life is based on the death of bugs and guaranteeing his odorless gases kill everything crawling, squirming, flying, scampering, and scuttling wall to wall and attic to basement. Fearing destruction, owners destroy armies of little things to cope. Barry seems proud being a bug man. He stands tall in the kitchen of our old family home, […]
Elder Care – Kirby Wright
Monday, December 3, 2012 12:35 — 3 Comments
Mark sticks his mother Mary in a kennel beside the television. It’s the best solution, he thinks, easier than having her run loose around the house getting into trouble. Once he caught her painting on the wall like Rembrandt. Another time she was out back chewing a daffodil. “Bad Mummy,†Mark scolded. Mary’s grown accustomed to the cramped kennel quarters and spends most of her time dreaming. Sometimes Mark sees her kicking legs and flailing arms as if she’s running.
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
