Tucked under a box of Kleenex and a small sewing kit, the Dutch Masters cigar box rested in the drawer …
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My Father’s Self-Portraits
on his Piscean road
to Emmaus to pierce
Kleio’s veil (and all other
linear time illusions)
to comprehend the Nature…
The Pleasure of Your Company
Instead of writing a toast for Jocelyn Feingold’s rehearsal dinner, Mara wasted the flight from St. Louis to Chicago thinking …
Sound, Unsound
To wake is an annihilation.
The wool gathered
Blown and scattered
In draughts of sound that flap from above.
And …
Hometown, Iowa
This is the town
where the dogs
blend in with
the pavement, where
the air chokes with
the smell of …
Do Not Neglect a Gunlocke
Pulling, twisting, turning, ripping. Dust fills my workspace and the smell of cat urine makes the air unbreathable. Pliers, a …
Jumble
Charred Landscape
A jumble of buildings squatted some distance away, dark and low
What used to be a harvest moon…
Robot Love
It begins with a spark,
short, bright, lightning
in the command center.
There is a shock of movement,
steel lips …
