• 22 April 2003

    Flashing pulses of opaque light, echoing between my
    eyelids and the dark window; mind playing mix-and-match with

  • 22 March 2003

    (with acknowledgements to Abbey, Baudrillard, Paz)

    The chief innovation of the American West is the roadside motel.
    Stoplit highways have since given way to speed traps and Gas This Exit,

  • 22 January 2003

    What can I write, without cliché, overcoming
    the poignancy of the centered photograph,
    the tokens, the kaddish among

    vague relatives? I’m wondering; sliding
    down the wet Carolina hillside, showers
    rumbling down through the leafy summer,