As I have no free hands, would you be so kind to hail me a taxidermist?
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Mark Blickley grew up within walking distance of New York’s Bronx Zoo. He is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild, PEN American Center, and Veterans For Responsible Leadership. His latest book is the flash fiction collection ‘Hunger Pains’ (Buttonhook Press).
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Photo by Mark Blickley
Other image: Wassili Grigorjewitsch Perow – Hunters resting.jpg
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