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Spring 2013


— footnote on Wiener Oktoberrevolution, October 6th 1848 composed Oktoberfest, October 6, 2012   What glass eyes gazed out your moribund skin that manic taxidermist Thaller stretched over wooden frame? How they must have looked down on collective white guilt. You beat the Turk yet no intellect, no stratagem of chess or faro or war, [...]

Skinned and re-skinned (over a life’s times’ crooked course), the body you touch grows daily more strange, clad in a semblance of a remembered self, memory of a memory mirrored back into forgetfulness. But a reflection is as real as anything else, even the orange moon shining against the pond’s sleepy surface is not more. [...]


Mr. Nolan gutted trout on the workbench. Sawdust freckled their skin. He placed the fillets on butter-drubbed foil, sprinkled pepper, onion powder, and salt, and then spread the wrapped fillets across the grill. Colin and I liked to watch his father prepare the trout but hated watching him cook. He told the same story about [...]


I am Hercules.  That’s right.  That’s right.  Say my name. I think this when I watch him, imagine what it must be like.  The way he moves suggests a knowledge of the universe I don’t have, all twelve ribs working in tandem with the scapula and sternum, the cervical and thoracic vertebra.  His muscles are [...]

Two Poems

Roommate If she drinks a mouth of fire, I dream a mouth of fire. When germs gather, I find myself accidentally caressing her toothbrush. In her room, she pulls dead leaves off the sapling. True, I was scared. I thought I might be hated, or smothered in my sleep. But when I woke up Saturday [...]

Dead Parental Units

1. Each death a sonnet, every grief fourteen lines. Not yours. I refuse you this one thing. I sat next to you in the hospital, your mouth open on one side, your last breath escaped. I connect you with no other dead or myself with the other weeping sons. I am only this son, holding [...]


A few weeks ago around midnight, I woke up and turned on the lamp.  My cat, Lilly, was sitting at the foot of the bed studying the ceiling with interest.  Not the hunter’s interest that makes her bottom twitch with excitement, but a kind of friendly curiosity.  I lifted a sleepy gaze and saw, directly [...]

To me you’ll always be the boy with the backpack, the boy whose daddy left him left us left meth in the tin house, the shed in the backyard and the two black dogs. Remember the dogs? Remember the pipe, the drawer, the cubby hole in the wall near the beach, and the cigarette smoke [...]

A Collapse

It was very cold. I dreamed of orange groves in Andalusia and small villages during siesta in Almeria. I turned the key in the lock and sat in the chair. There was a dripping noise, a dripping of water from a tank. I counted then waited, then glanced at the ceiling. I stepped into the [...]