Poetry
Summer 1992
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
What can you say about a movie so horrific even its title scares people away? STEPHEN KING I have seen it and like it: The blood, the way like Sand […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
The Last Indian Bar in Spokane
next to the porno shop on Second Avenue, promised to stay open until dawn the last night it was open. The jukebox played Country & Western because “Indians make the […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
Citizen Kane
How we are hungry for the word to rise from our dark belly past the throat and teeth, one word to change or not change the world. It doesn’t matter […]