Signal I am in the presence of several little listens. Clearing of throat, move the stiff scorpion lodged in the boot of mouth where epiglottis flicks up and down like a broken switch. I cannot ignore the passage of claw from stomach to esophagus. I have a sound— bless the cricket and the kick of […]Read more "Signal"
Zack Lux lives and writes in the San Francisco Bay Area. He enjoys nature, the Twilight Zone, and pizza, among other things. Adaptation I wait at the bottom of the ancient lake, when I sense movement, a disturbance. A series of pulsations thrum against my scales. Reflexively, I measure the peaks and valleys between each […]Read more "Adaptation"