Knuckled Under
12 January 2010
Vol. 9, No. 4
poetry
We will chalk out where
your heart balked forever,
mangled into some kind
of a horseshoe, lucked
over for the very last time—
The Sacrifice
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
poetry
Your son's hair wet with twilight,
his mouth a wound that won't heal.
While the Ants Sleep
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
poetry
A steaming bowl of spring:
so lazy the view…