What I'm going to do is grab this eight-year-old fellow down the block, and declare him a candidate for this Presidential campaign. I'll be his campaign manager, and our whole message will be based on the First Streetlight platform. It's old school but very…
The wind whispered through tree branches and the underbrush with little fanfare. Trees creaked and moaned in response, their branches rattling together like the bones of a reanimated skeleton's hands. Leaves of all shapes and colors skittered across the ground as if they…
in a land of exquisite excrement the germicidal agent is king
San Miguel of Little Havana appeared to me in a dream. He arrived in his Mercedes like all good exiled Cuban saints from Miami should. He sat at our table in Tropical Park among pollo frito, bocaditos, morros y cristianos, vaca frita, pastelitos,…
My fellow beetles and I have an agitation sickness, this always-gnawing at the spongy marrow, decay under the surface that is treatable only with poison and species war
After some weeks there came a morning Ehan didn't visit the melzem. Unusual in itself, but Ahmed took it in stride. He could do more for himself by this time and was even developing the habits of one who knows the desert. What…
For Veronica, now fifty years old,
your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
the few dissenting//
dismissals among the grad school clusters,/
the hasty exit of the undergraduates,
In the good ol' days of the 20th century, whenever world wars were waged, conflicts occurred according to rules dictated by the classical physics of the Newtonian era . . .
they got some heat here in the West
To dance along the wrack line...
I said, “That bird is hungry.”
The sparrow was eying both of us
At our separate outside café tables
As it hopped around looking for crumbs.
Then it would look up at us
Poets who thrum jirble and thwack
Poets who thrum eat quorn with raw swamms
Poets who thrum are eristic (not shambolic)
Poets who thrum deliciate unto kench when they freck