spill such vile bile slush sunny faces, happy to care for contrived diversity, intimacy a set nestled in a sterile womb, lost to art. No part ceases, reabsorbed, cell slurped carcass, I had...

Published: April 15, 2010 Your lover is at home alone, but she isn’t thinking of you. I have a patch of tomatoes in the yard out back, but they were stolen... Please, stop me before I speak. Once...

Published: March 4, 2010   I remember watching their truck as it crawled up the driveway. I jumped at an obnoxious honk, and for a moment it seemed like something was wrong. They caught me peering...

Published February 18, 2010 Laurie Stinson walked home in the night and rain without a man beside her. That man was Alex—a brainless chauvinist, but at least a friend. He called when she couldn’t...

Published: November 19, 2009 Jazz exploded in New York in the 1920s. Musicians from New Orleans, Chicago and Washington, D.C. like the band leaders Duke Ellington and Clarence Wlliams flocked to The...