Morbier I forget the expression now, Guillaume, is it Morning-upon-Night?, that so richly describes that bifurcating, blue-gray vein of ash that divides last night’s…
Cherries Jubilee Now I can see with awful clarity what she wanted us to do when she set the flame to the ladle and…
39 Is that you again, standing next to me? Wearing last night’s dress, missing a button. Rolling through the city like some big lie…
56 She didn’t get it all, but she got most. What little there is now, is as salt, decreed to black the street, the…
On Sunday, bring your broken promises, the two of them, fragrant as tangolas, and lay them at our two and two tired feet, and…
All Things Are Tragic When a Mother Watches There’s a black box where all dreams are encrypted. Hyper-groomed strangers strangle each other fight…
DINING WITH THE SKUA SEAGULL There is terror in the skies, I say, myself and my manhood rising and falling on the swelling sea.…
TERMITES At this moment there may be a king and queen devouring your home the workers the soldiers all of them blind Maggie Wells…
Who better to usher in Halloween than Edgar Allan Poe, the master of horror, suspense, and the macabre. Does your lifelong fear of…