Lentement, lentement, lentement, the old man says. That is how the...
It is May fair that brings your sun into my house,...
Dear father, you gave me this cruel gift that I give...
Being webbed in the face by some thug spider disgruntled over...
I sent my partner out before me to clear the way...
it doesn’t take a Husserl to connect her plots first you...
More poetry than can be lived, though God knows, he tries…...
The Incident, as it came to be known throughout the school...
A fragment of his bone was said to be asleep within...
The black navel of contemplation—the theater hall— throbs, brash flashes of...
Freeways curve and lift like air currents, move through the inland...
A mystic time exists amid loathed last calls and sunrise splendor:...