Poetry

—What Do People Do All Day,  Richard Scarry     FIRE! I read in my modern jazz radio  deejay voice. A cat mother screams,  her iron set the house aflame,  her cat-son plays, upstairs, …

When the waitress finally toddled back to our table, she looked really funny: all the hard edges of her features (and believe me, they could’ve cut glass) had melted down in the time that she’d …

The boss wears wrist guards I risk carpal tunnel without them can’t  see anything but her fingers palm hidden palm line of the liver line  of Apollo line of deposition hidden the line of the …

When I walk into a room the first thing I do is size  everyone up fiscally. You people have scored very  low. Where are the gifts? Have you heard the latest  about politics and religion? Guess …

I: Tom Thumb As they sweep through midnight and spring rain, they seem to step straight out of a vision or a pantomime in which three stoned stage hands join into parody their awkward limbs beneath a …

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