Fucked up

Exit Ninety-three

Blues

Sleeping on Otis’ Floor

“Goodnight, asshole,” John says. I see the meaty ghost of his shadow collapse below street-lit window blinds. I hear him thud. He groans like...

Earth-Held

I went out before light, left you naked at the door. I left you aching. I ached, too. I went into the softness of...

On Writing and Craft: An Interview with Lyn Lifshin

This interview first appeared on PoetryCircle in 2006, shortly after the site was founded. PoetryCircle: Lyn, you're probably as prolific as any poet writing today,...

Blog Post One

A robot from East Lairdfield Nurseries telephones to wish me happy birthday. Of course, that indicates that...

Blog Post One

One fat, meaty growth fills the head with nowth.

Blog Post One

8-Ball's Son @17 Hey, are you awake, Dad? ASK AGAIN LATER Are you napping? AS I SEE...

Grab Bag

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“Indeed, why didn’t we?”

On Sand

A Woman Walks