The Vase
15 April 2010
Vol. 10, No. 1
poetry, prose poem
A man spent time at the bottom of a vase. "Arrange me, please," he heard the air around him say. The man knew he should have a plan but he had none. One day he noticed a fly outside. It bumped its big slimy eye on the glass.
Ten Birthdays
12 April 2010
Vol. 10, No. 1
poetry, prose poem
I drove my truck across groomed Texas to an enormous crucifix, the biggest one in the nation. I was alien, terrified. I'd gone there with a purpose but arrived to find the place barren. A cop drove by. I turned back on to the highway.
Lying on the floor of the place we'd just moved to in Portland—B. and I—listening to CDs, there was nothing there but the two of us, and the music.
It Gets in the Way
15 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
Dear Outlet,
Dear Honored Guest,
Mounded inside
in fits and starts.
Dear Plaque,
Dear Meatball,
Dear Attack—
Imaginary Distance
12 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
Dear Jalapeno,
Dear Skeleton,
Dear Delight,
Dear Landslide—
This is the price
of a punch card
culture. Rip a few
mascots for the
bus ride over.
Imaginary Greenhouse
9 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
Dear Jalapeno,
Dear Vagrant,
The trees are making
fools of themselves.
I'm making faces
at the greedy river.
The sky spits
at us in our tiny
white hats.