Samurai Jason in Othello, 3rd Scene, 3rd Act
I parked the car in the post office parking lot and when I cut the ignition my blues died—or perhaps more to the point, my blues CD died. I walked up the sidewalk to the wide-mouthed blue box and paused in front of it. I saw on the ground (not by any means strange trash...
Peel and Drag
The bus lurches, My hand falling for the fourth Time on the sign that says ‘Do not touch.’ A door opens and the bus Coughs me into the street. It rolls away— I try not to breathe The exhaust As the lumbering whale grinds down the street And disappears, Flipping its blue gray tail in...
Broken Toy Soldier
I found him on the street: green, like camouflage, I almost overlooked him, among the brown October leaves by the gray sidewalk. One arm raised but the raised arm broken off at the shoulder; whatever it held had dropped. One hand to his open mouth broken off, too, his mouth frozen in strained silence. Like...
