Passing Remark
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry
I saw your mouth trailing off except one small leaf.
She Said
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry
Try a sweeter martini,
flakes of a little dry laugh.
Useless Song
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry
Wake up 5 A.M. & the prairie is raining
white birds. The moon appears. The moon
circles the sky. My mouth is a dead lamp
looking for its light. The river is a tape loop…
