Oct 27, 2018 | Fiction, Poetry |
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then. Besides, They’ll...
Oct 13, 2018 | Fiction, Poetry |
1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own...
Oct 6, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
I live in a well. I live like smoke in the well. Like vapor in a stone throat. I don’t move. I don’t do anything but wait. Overhead I see the cold stars of night and morning, and I see the sun. And sometimes I sing old songs of this world when it was young. How can I...
Sep 22, 2018 | Fiction, Poetry |
Tribute It takes ten thousand hours to shine at anything.And if we haven’t spent night after night on the Reeperbahn cranking our act so tight it stood up all by itself and walked,we’ve come close, but we still fall flat. We sweat inside our Sullivan suits. The early...
Sep 15, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Frau Brechenmacher Attends A Wedding “Fancy Theresa bringing that child with her. It’s her own child, you know, my dear, and it’s going to live with them. That’s what I call a sin against the Church for a free-born child to attend its own...