I knew he ran
with the wolves.
I saw him sneaking out
one night under a
shady moon and he
looked at me
looking at him.
He pointed back to
the living room and held
his thick hand there -
a large moon itself -
until I turned away,
howling, while he
closed the door. 

Steve Brightman lives in Akron, OH. He firmly believes in two seasons: winter and baseball. His book "The Wild Gospel Of Careening And Other Sermons From The Rumble Strip" was just released by Red Orchid Publishing.