selected past writing at 42opus


To Morning by JOY POLIQUIN

Kaya is missing. She is nowhere on the beach and Steve is worried that she's gone swimming, and has slipped drunk into the ocean and drowned.

2 September 2004 | fiction, short story


Don't Forget Us by ALLAN PETERSON

Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.

With such surprises, anticipation should have them

humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet

that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.

2 December 2003 | poetry


Latter-Day Geniuses by ANDREW LUX

"Would you still love me if I were frozen?" my brother asks from beneath his covers.

"I would still love you even if you were an electric dog," I murmur from across the room; the room I hate to describe.

5 March 2005 | poetry, prose poem, editors' select



                              The men in their ghost shirts before dawn.

                  Sunset swallowed like a snake's body

working on a smaller animal. River making the best of it.

                              You can see where garbage eddies in the shallows,

                  raccoon prints eroding from the silty banks.

10 December 2009 | poetry



if the salt-cured ham glazed

with honey is no longer

my sweet sweat on your

tongue and your fingertips

forget journeys along my

forever hips

8 February 2007 | poetry, love poem, ekphrastic

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