Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa

                             “My only regret is that I wasn’t born somebody else.” Woody Allen              Sorry I’m late, you whisper          as you slip into the room          with your breath in your fist.            Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry you mumble          as...
Of Them That Sold Doves

Of Them That Sold Doves

             It begins with labor, what keeps this machine          in sync within the larger gears and coils,          the 1s and 0s chattering across channels            of labyrinthine wires, and those tumblers          on what appear to be perfectly shaped lawns...
Two Poems

Two Poems

            Angels                    Better get your angel on,          said Jennifer, her voice          lower and more urgent than          her usual laid back tone          I spent two charmed summers          listening to, on the grass,          at the beach, the...
IV. Bass Macabre

IV. Bass Macabre

Saul Bass, graphic designer We use death because it contains all life the way we use black for all colors, & light. &c. for all words & allegory for meaning. Meaning for all people is not the same. We take people for individuals. An individual for one....
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Her Terms Sonja didn’t speak when she saw the uniforms through the screen door’s tear. They said her full name. She slapped the door shut, locked it and every window down so tight they left without putting up a fight; just shouted his name until she rapped back on...