Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.

“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…

Our revolutionaries Have evolved into gamekeepers

. . . why did it take so long?

My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...

If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.

whatever weaknesses you displayed// as empathetic human fellow traveler,/ your command of English survives you,// on into the last echoes of the human/ once we’re gone.

She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.

"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”

Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.

destroy the day rip up the track jump in the water eat nothing but bugs

Forgive the doctor/ his hypocrisy -

I saw the shiny dime . . . .

Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…

It's a house of eggs.