Poetry
Winter 1995
Check Outside
They believe that if they remain frightened enough for long enough things won’t happen. You know—things. Listen to a city late at night: the dead bolts clapped into place, TVs […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
What It Comes down To
for James Mardis Eyes shining that half-sane stare, T-shirts ripped with sweat—Dewey and Zack one-on-one in Zang Park: a second ago they climbed the air, new Nikes laced loose, dark […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
After All
Let’s say you’re black and you walk in this restaurant and as you take your seat you realize you’re the only one there darker than blue—the waiters and waitresses, the […]