Poetry
Summer 2007
I, Moderate
Everybody's pain, everyone's suffering. I'm bleached So bright the sun crawled under the shingles. I blacked out In the alley behind The Someplace. Everything happens when it's supposed to, Even […]
Poetry
Summer 2007
Yard Sale
We'll have one. Come October, anticipating The move. We're headed west. Or east Depending where the money takes us. The word Slave is never uttered here. Production And processing of […]