Loop
Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted
to shoot them, our history teacher said.
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He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district
since childhood. Of course we’d heard them
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too: In the silentest part of the night,
their mating...
ZULU, THE LANCE AND THE LANGUAGE
First, the language refused to enter my ear and be understood.
Instead I chased words around,
words that hovered beyond grasp
and...
The Exodus of Icarus
Standing in the candlelightWatching the flames flicker up, and down,Watching your eyes turn golden and fill with determination.You say you’ll carry...
