Me the Man in a Hurry
The woman who walks in from of me walks slowly.
poetry
On Walking, If Walking
The young man in the next room is walking but not easily.
Exhibit
This is the pink salwar kameez she made for me.
Thomas A. Swift's Electrical Rifle
We daydreamt rocket cars.
Human of the Hubble Deep Field
the day I crossed out asteroid
A Stroke of Lack
A chronic glitch left her right
Sunday Drive as Executioner
The stars are sharper since we left--they fracture our windshield, deflate
the place of commencement
beginning
Melodrama is Foreign to My Nature
How authentic are bunny ears
Arriving, Sudbury
Tall stacks cast skinny drifts
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
