Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Firestarter
for my nephew, Raymond Since this morning he's gone through an entire box of Safeway matches, the ones with the outlines of presidents' faces printed in red, white, and blue. […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Prayer
Sweet Jesus, let her save you, let her take your hands and hold them to her breasts, slip the sandals from your feet, lay your body down on sheets beaten […]