Entries by John Saxton

Arena of Shadows – Six Body-Parts Bleeding…

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by John Saxton   A dark shed: arena of shadows. A heavyset man carefully wraps a severed leg, placing it alongside other limbs.  He adds a bright bow, before wiping bloody hands in matted beard.  With dripping shovel, he approaches the torso. A female voice: “Santa.  Tea’s ready.” “Almost done!” booms his jolly voice. The […]

They Hang

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by John Saxton   They hang; some in bunches, others alone. Umbilical cords connect to maternal branches. The progeny sway in the breeze. Sun bakes the forest floor. Footsteps! In soft grass. The man salivates, eyes glazed. Pauses; inhales; snarls through discoloured teeth. Bloodshot eyes swivel toward a succulent hatchling. Unsheathes his knife. The scions […]