Postcard prose - Issue 14 | February 2012

The Enemy Tree

by Kirby Wright

Dadio’s got a hobby. He paints a face on a coconut shell, sinks a furniture tack into the shell’s crown, and ties dental floss to the tack. Then he dangles the face off the jacaranda out back. There must be fifty faces already hanging there. Some of the faces have Xed out eyes. Others look like demons. A few remind me of stooges. Who are these people? I know he hates Ross the neighbor.  He also hates that Marine down the street with the RV. Sometimes he even hates Mom. I spot one on a lower branch with slits for eyes and a big mouth. Who’s that? I ask, pointing. Dadio stares at me and smiles.

 


About the author

Kirby Wright was born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii. His first book of poetry, Before the City (Lemon Shark Press, 2003) won the San Diego Book Award. Wright has been a visiting writer at the International Writers Conference in Hong Kong, and at Martha’s Vineyard Writers Residency in Edgartown, Massachusetts.

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