Poetry
Autumn 2004
They Shoot Birds
They shoot birds they do they shoot dead birds they shoot dead birds into the engines of airplanes they shoot dead birds into the engines running at takeoff thrust they […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
The Prodigal Son in His Own Words: Credo
1 To find disharmony can be a blessing. Just imagine how foam left behind by a wave becomes a keepsake. A small tear in the fabric still has a certain […]
Poetry
Spring 1994
The Perfect Circle
can be described, but drawing it on rice paper would make it less than perfect. And isn’t that what we’re after anyway? There’s a kind of Zen absurdity bordering on […]
Poetry
Spring 1994
Lost in the Streets
of north america again in our stolen car, damn it, eddie, where are we going so adamant about the blurred landscape we describe as it slips past the windows, what […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
A Necessary Story
Take two people. Any two people. This man of imaginary sorrow, for instance, and the woman who follows him everywhere, carrying his sorrow. Take these two for the sake of […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
Chez Mondrian, Paris, 1926
1 André Kertész walks into my house. In spite of all the indispensable angles, he makes a shadow the focal point. The shadow, he says, is the visual counterpart of […]