The Tune Collector, Going Down Swinging #23, June 2006
The only working light bulb in the old man’s apartment
is in the kitchen, so they sit on low metal chairs with tattered vinyl
seats around a table a little too big for the space. The tune collector
asks the old man if he can unplug the refrigerator humming in the
corner; the old man shrugs. There’s nothing in it anyway but some
butter and a bottle of vodka.
Bank Holiday, Lily Review, April 2006
This morning I came downtown to meet my agent. He keeps
an office in one of the towers across the street from the bank; through
his window I can see the revolving doors that spin into the spacious
lobby, and the mahogany desk in the sun lit corner office on the tenth
floor. While my agent speaks, I look over his shoulder at the suit
coats and Italian shoes streaming in and out of the portals of commerce.
Then Worms Shall Try: Seven Studies in the Efficacy of Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress”, Melic Review, Spring 2006
She countered with Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “First
Fig”, then took my hand and led me to a stand of cottonwoods in the
back of Patty’s yard. Her lips tasted faintly of the peach schnapps
Eddy Wright slipped into the punch.