September 27, 1959, 10:39 PM

A welcome would have been expected. A welcome might have been expected. You would think. One would think. One might think. If one thought about it. Might have made a difference. One might have thought. So. There was an expectation. Certainly, there was an expectation. There might have been an expectation. There would have been … Read More

alps loiterer

literal prose:we know how this endsdeath smiles every time they visitto datethey have been responsiveto our refusalto participate they usually comesin biker blackfaded leatherwhite pillsleather jeans oral reptiles:we know how this startedderivative sins it always goes the samewe might thinkthe frequency mightmake it easiermight make right but not we know they’re therein plain sightall we … Read More

My Echo, My Shadow, and Me

I am a sixty-one-year-old white male of English and Irish descent. I have a genetic disposition for acne, baldness and depression. I am taller than average and slender. Clothing rarely fits me well. I was lied to as a child and things were done to me that should never be done to another human being. … Read More

Design as Snobbery

“Design as Art” by Bruno Munari is as insufferable as it is inspiring. My experience as a graphic designer is long, not deep. I’ve been designing part-time for more than twenty years but sporadically and not to the degree that I could call myself more than a novice. I love doing it and have created … Read More

Don’t Talk About Body Weight in Your Yoga Studio

I know that body size can be a factor that results in some yoga postures being challenging, if not impossible. I also know it’s possible to offer helpful advice, suggestions, and/or modifications, without bringing attention to someone’s body weight.

fruit lady

This is an ekphrastic poem about a sculpture by John Martini. in her previous lifeshe held up the roofof a high school gymnasium she misses the sneaker chirpsand the thap thap thapof bouncing orange ballsless than she enjoysbeing upright in the sunbearing only the weightof an imaginary fruit bowlon her upturned head with her sculptedmuscular … Read More

Running A way

I run into Mark in the Cap’n Kidd. I believe I have to die, I say to Mark. We’re drinking Bud long necks at the bar. We all have to die, Mark answers. Of course but that’s not what I mean. What do you mean? It feels like I have to die in order to … Read More

You Couldn’t Have Known

Every time I imagine telling the story I start with you. It’s as obvious a place to start as it isn’t. You came into my life almost 30 years after it happened and only stayed a little while. I don’t remember your acquisition the duration of your time in my home nor your departure. Your … Read More