Poetry
Summer 2002
My People
Initially, I too appeared between the legs of a woman in considerable discomfort. A rather grisly scene but fairly common among my kind. Those early days, I must admit: a […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
Republican Victory
In the field, the complex snowmen have been kicked apart. Some had used the familiar scarecrow matrix, others were dead inside, cloned like modem clocks. Someone has squeezed the tube […]