Ruined Light Prologue
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
poetry
Another summer Tuesday and I'm aimless,
sleepy in the dry backyard, mind occupied
by dreams of blotter acid and sodomy. When I
try to sit up, chest tingling where the heat baked it…
The Night Is Thinking and Eating
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
poetry
Moths, crumpled scraps of beige-brown velvet,
discard themselves randomly
on the porch's chipped paint,
earnestly settling their brown wings.