A Visit From the Snake Man

A Visit From the Snake Man

           Outside my bedroom window, beneath the sound          of wind and dry leaves, a shadow called          my name–Willie, Willie. No relation to any tree          or shrub in the yard, he was a wanderer, friend          of the moon. He entered my room...
The Devil’s Passkey

The Devil’s Passkey

The shoe poised on the tip of my toe was a lure. Even directors important as Von Stroheim want to be hunted. You there (eyeing my ankle, my nearly exposed foot), you can dance? I nodded. We may let the camera see all of you. And like that I became foreground,...