Land and Water As a child I heard corn grow and now everything is noise. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass here by the Atlantic, palms sway as they were made to. Blue Daze and Lantana creep onto pathways and the sun comes out from behind clouds. How…
Insomnia Cradling a head, the down pillow says, I am the attic of the bed, and turning & tossing the head says, I am the attic of the body. The pillow says it’s stuffed with all the incarcerated feathers’ memories of how the firmament…
Five Prose Poems from The Sturdy Child of Terror Magisterium, 1950: Double Negatives, Pathetic Fallacies and the Exercise of Power While this so-called Cold War may never be declared, there is no doubt that the Blessed Mother, having completed the course of her earthly…
Chicago: The Prague of the West Saturday and Sunday, Czechs were gathering around the invading tanks and soldiers, asking “Why are you here?” The Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia to suppress the liberalization of Czech life was seized as an example by every faction in…
For One Night Only My professor and I were back at the Théâtre du Nord-Ouest for Huis Clos, Jean-Paul Sartre’s existentialist masterpiece about three people locked in a room for eternity, each torturing the others by their very existence, creating a unique form of…
Everyone writer has a vision of an ideal writing space. Whether that be the stereotypical quiet room filled with books, a big oak desk, and possibly a quill, or just simply a quiet room with ample time and unlimited access to books and writing…
Things I Didn’t Know I didn’t know so many people disappear in Alaska. I didn’t know the state is large enough to swallow most of the Midwest and part of the South. I didn’t know how many men live alone in the woods there…