selected past writing at 42opus


Plant an orange pumpkin patch
which at twelve will quaintly hatch

Each day less

room less water. What I wouldn't give

for roses and thorns for

roses. We drew straws

and she cried

that glass shod bitch birches

follow her home…

15 January 2009 | poetry


After the Bomb by HANNAH CRAIG

no more scritch-scratch, black bodies

through grout. No more

crumb-hunters, curry spice tracked…

2 June 2003 | poetry


One Thousand Years by DAVID BULLEY

The cold had come in a calm so complete not a molecule of water had moved, and not a leaf had fallen from a tree, not a bug nor animal nor drop of snow or rain had moved the water. Water needs movement in order to change. The same way you can microwave water far beyond boiling and it will sit unboiled until you touch it with a spoon and it explodes, that same way water can sometimes freeze unfrozen, and stay that way, on the edge of ice until something touches it.

2 May 2007 | fiction, short story, speculative fiction


We play at Paste— by EMILY DICKINSON

We play at Paste—

Till qualified, for Pearl—

Then, drop the Paste—

And deem ourself a fool—

15 September 2005 | poetry, classic


Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

19 February 2006 | poetry, classic, sonnet, rhyme

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