Poetry
Summer 2007
Sneaker Males
Big Bo the Beetle digs a burrow under a prime heap of howler monkey dung, fills it with females, then guards the threshold, brandishing a horn as big as he […]
Poetry
Autumn 2005
The Freest Man Who Ever Lived
I'm sweating in the doctor's office, or sidling toward a redhead on a misty street, or watching Godzilla at 30,000 feet when my hand reaches for…not my crotch, but close […]