Two Poems Issue no. 173 Spring 2005 It’s hot in this red room,inside the beating heart of the ritual, explosivenow with duress, bleeding its stress
Four Poems Issue no. 162 Summer 2002 Ink I am looking for a word from you.I've combed the landscape of my body,I've travelled its dark rivers.
Another Passionless Day Issue no. 147 Summer 1998 Nel mezzo del cammin what one finds is beansand wrinkled cabbage and an awful caseof ambling vacuity, an affliction resembling
Three Poems Issue no. 145 Winter 1997 It's the rhythm and small plosive bombs in the mouth,on the lips of the whisperer (me) who would likein the best of all possible worlds to rhyme
Three Poems Issue no. 144 Fall 1997 High above the congregation of the laminated waters,muscular and clear, that deeply and to great effect reverse themselves in diurnal, layered turnings,