THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE DEATH OF SOMEONE
IN A STEVEN KING NOVEL AND THE DEATH OF MY
She was handcuffed to the wrought-iron bed in the middle of the forest,
while a wandering mongrel dog ate the face of her dead husband after
a bondage episode that went terribly awry.
My air conditioner’s little red warning light began to pulse,
emitting a faint glow in the room, and then slowly disappeared
into the night as it gradually grew warmer.
Ricky Garni grew up in Florida and Maine, was educated at Exeter and Duke, and has lived off and on in the Triangle since 1977. Over the years he has worked as a teacher, wine merchant, studio musician, composer and graphic designer. He began writing poetry in 1978, and has produced over forty volumes of prose and poetry since 1995. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize on seven occasions.