Poetry
Summer 2012
There We Were
You know what's so dumb about your abject devotion to the past? I mean this fetishy nursing of the traces of everything you ever did, like the photo of Laurinda […]
Poetry
Spring 2000
Bob Evans Mood
Those dusty trees in West Virginia, I don’t have to know about them. Those dusty trees—alongside Exit 2A in Wheeling—they are a good example of what I don’t have to […]
Poetry
Spring 2000
Downstairs
You visit friends and spend the night and sleep late the next morning and wake hearing one of them on the phone downstairs, you can’t make out the words— ”She […]
Poetry
Winter 1997
Panda Khan
I love my life. Help me keep it. I love my life. This is April 1992. Help me keep this April. Today is a lovely long Sunday. Was; now it's […]
Poetry
Autumn 1990
Already in 1927
Summer night in quiet level suburban streets, lights still on in two out of three houses, five small green lights edge the driveway of a brick house two doors down, […]