from Kundiman for the CondemnedBy Paolo Javier
ahlan wa sahlan note a poem o receive it here as it charades onto history's gauzy list
The Human Machine: 30 ChancesBy Anna Moschovakis
No, in a shed under the machine You stopped brushing; then you resumed brushing
Dead Black MenBy Paul Killebrew
I wont die at a party like this, falling over the contortions in my gut or floating over the whirlpool of cups...
For Beth WardBy Paul Killebrew
One of my basic human dilemmas goes something like, Does metaphor contain us, or do we extend ourselves out into it?