To Broil a Horse

Title and theme went on and on: old Ralph Rinkelmann and his innumerable rubber trees in the center of a basin. And wringing from them the juice of a lemon.

To broil a horse.

It closed around him. Here and there, for five minutes, tender boil’d, thick, with a little milk.

The major general served gratis, paid for the cross.

I held my head as high as I could, and very swiftly reviewed the scene. Just as I placed a blue ribbon around the donkey’s neck, and called out her name, Clara, we were visited by Major Powell. One sorrow comes close upon the heels of another.

Rapture? It is the invention of some madman!

“As ye please, for all of me,” said the doctor, who ignored his classes.

The garrison of Germans was armed, heading definitively for Bloomsbury.

Sometimes.

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Daniel “Cactus” Hintz (“New Existence” and “To Broil a Horse”) performs in the experimental ensembles Leavenworth and the Hydrogen Pellets. He also publishes poetry and collaborates on the cassette-only label Nice Ass Tapes.
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