Poetry
Summer 1989
The Lost Kings of Maryville
We’re kings of a wrecked kingdom, of the ravaged halls of Job’s East Haven, Of the wind slapping the boards of the deserted Midway truck stop, Of Mrs. Eddings’s estate […]
Poetry
Winter 1988
Fluffy in Heaven
From my cloud I can see Spot run, An inverted flailer, his shadow threatening To throw him from earth. How strange now seem The old chutzpah and pain, the cockeyed […]
Poetry
Winter 1988
My Father Playing Pool
Effect and cause were the religion of hands He’d trained to guide his heavy cue Hard ballward, straight or with a glancing skip. We knew each error; balls fell or […]