Blood Draw I walk like an old truck with a bent frame ready to wander off the road into a head-on crash or drift into the ditch but somehow maintains its direction down the center of the slow lane. I... Continue Reading →
Looking for a Sign of Life His eyes were already burning from the smoke of the cigarette stuck to his lips when the river running southeast towards Felton took a shallow leap and headed east. He stood in the rush... Continue Reading →
Whole Wheat We break bread together, not the soft stuff either, the whole grain, not the barely held together, yeast noticeable to the tongue, the firm-wrist-ripping type measured in torques, risen without ruse, no oat to lighten, no lie of... Continue Reading →
The Setting of Type Knuckles reshaped by letterpress, fingerprints erased by hot metal slugs, inked hands rough and calloused by linotype setting elegant sentences composed by others, under the dim forty watt bulb in the bathroom he mixed water with... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 