17 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4
Say the black road
is a bleached crest raveling
the one distance
meant for you (all of us).
8 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
So that this will seem like words between
old friends, I'll say it was painless.
And quick. I'll say it was mercy
and behind my face where I put
things like The Truth and dreams…
30 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
Bellefontaine: a town on the way to somewhere else, a place
where you run out of gas, stop to make love on a picnic table
somewhere by the wheat field—when, toward magic hour, the boy
already loaded the gun, the smell of bacon wafting outside…
28 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
There's a moment in every dog's life
when it surrenders its dogginess
to a greater good…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
My eye never filled with blood.
I never asked why
was I drugged and held down. Taken away.
Mesmerized. I wasn't a two-headed dog…
2 June 2004
Vol. 4, No. 2
And why not an equation? The numbers
keep him warm at night, beg him to read stories.
They believe in him when his wife will not,
when the forecast calls for snow, unending snow…