Poetry
Winter 1994
Sandii
1. Scene was she had gone through too many of the glossy magazines there, ogled too many an eager, workaday model, posing with a surgically-rounded peep from behind conceit, her […]
Poetry
Winter 1994
The Pied-Piper of Murderloin Downs
Residing in the cave next door to me, Ununderstood, practically de-eyed, Toothless, insensate, and ready With an infectious smile, is a killer. Divvying up his meals at chow time, Sacrifices […]