The Beechwood Story
8 May 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry
There is a mother that loves you
despite the sum of your parts.
She really is hefting gravel and gravel
just to heft gravel.
Recognizing My Mother's Hair in a Silent Film
5 May 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry
If I had a fedora's
starched heart I'd stir a horn in the streets
to announce our bourgeois surrender.
