The Burden of Art
The artist sat shirtless under the moon. He was hurt. He hated. And even though the hate knottedhis…
The Other One
You prepare an eulogyfor chairs tables and housesstones spires and sands.You personify the pastand can think past personifications.You…
In My Father’s Room There’s Little Room
You’ll find dirty boots piled in all corners.With stinking breaths, they tell talesof unusual places—stories that make hairs…
In Dreams Alone
I dream an escape from dreams:rasp of voices mergingas dirges sink stones and sand,proclaiming:the meek will not inherit…
Change is the only constant
Change is the only constant.And God, said the Angelic Doctor,is constant—unchangeable.Therefore Change is God, and God is Change.But…
They Do Anything in You Rope
THE MUSIC WAS SO LOUD that a man at one of the regular tables outside the club thought…
IV. Bones (vso)
He dropped everything. He went towards the sofa by the corner, sat, and held his chin in his…
Dr. J. Gene Mirral
THE WALKWAY LIGHT FLICKERING did nothing to deter the two doctors from sauntering down the corridor like they…
II. The Dead (vso)
It was midday but the clouds were gray and not threatening. The breeze caressed his parched skin in…
When the World was Nothing
MARTA CAME IN FOR WORK at 4:03 pm and was immediately ordered by the supervisor to run up…