29 June 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
my radio operator of the transistor is blue and born in 1976
it marks the antenna:
the foreigners of the thought of Richard were in the top of each
emitted tree the government gathered
children of the vicinity in their
rake of the kitchen garden these sheets
with four songs and you and it will be protected.
About the author:
kathryn l. pringle is a graduate of the MFA program at SFSU. Her work has been published in Fourteen Hills, Transfer, Em Literary Asylum, Commonweal, and Rife. She lives in San Francisco with another minor american writer and her blind poodle mix. She blogs at Minor American.