Poetry
Summer 2004
Fishing for Perch
Fed up with Seattle’s coffee jitters jamming the streets with SUVs, I tromp my boots on the arboretum boardwalk, going fishing. I feel better once I’m squinching a hook through […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
The Middle Age
Between TV and computer screens counterfeiting a dragon glow in our mouths agog and fundamentalists dreaming up real fire and smoke to transmogrify the U.S.A., we may be on our […]
Poetry
Spring 2002
The Cat with Rabies at the Grave of Keats
In Rome, architecture crawls with baroque doodads. Even the Protestant cemetery sports broken glass stuck atop its stone walls. Inside, tombstones aspraddle as British teeth. "Here lies one whose name […]
Poetry
Spring 2002
Beside Himself
A boy clompclomping like Frankenstein's monster, trying out some new boots, goofing at the shoe store when—bam!—one of those tilted floor-level mirrors freezes him. It seems a sheer vertiginous tunnel […]