Digging in a Pot
Digging in a Pot I imagine you bald digging in a pot with a spoon Sunlight between fingers cells fight to fatten the cloth Remains pile up books in folds of sheets and...
Read MoreDigging in a Pot I imagine you bald digging in a pot with a spoon Sunlight between fingers cells fight to fatten the cloth Remains pile up books in folds of sheets and...
Read MoreThe Laughing God Last night Maja and I watched McCain and Obama speak at the Columbia University forum on public service. We responded as predicted, scorning...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWO Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I drove through the security gates of Monozone’s underground garage and into the orange gelatin concrete of Bartholin Plaza. A...
Read MoreSpinning in Bed  I forgot and ran beneath the branches blowing fog like a cow  styrofoam flowers and strobe light christmas houses damp paper pumpkins  forgot I...
Read More            THE LAST BENDER  By Buzz Callaway    Even damnation is poisoned with rainbow. Leonard Cohen, The Old Revolution   CHAPTER ONE...
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