by Matthew Dischner
My cats prick up at the sound of Bartók,
their tails arrhythmically conducting
an uneven harmonic minor
as they yowl with the violins,
circling for supremacy over a discarded hair tie.
About the author…
A disciple of the experimental humanities and freelance historian, Matthew Dischner’s writings mix his passion for poetry and obsession with the natural world. A graduate of NYU’s recently transformed Draper Program, Matthew splits his time between the Virginia Wine Industry and working with the Smithsonian’s Freer & Sackler Galleries. You can read his other works at http://indulgencezine.com and mdischner.wordpress.com.