We are bombing Libya. On the path ahead, two robins are dancing with each other, coquettishly, and now, dancing with me, too. Further ahead,...
In my late twenties, I was working two rather monotonous jobs. I fell into a pyrrhic sort of anomie, always exhausted and quick to complain ...
The sky is its thin, sepulchral hue. Clouds slide out of the west like the high hull of a Viking war boat. Her apparition crew composing the...
We have come to a threshold, maybe crossed over. Like gawky newlyweds. We are no longer the people we once thought we were, which is to say,...
AP photo of a protestor in Haiti I cannot see her face, but she is beautiful. Black skinned, muscled taut in fury. I can see her shoulder bl...
