I. Martel’s Position Martel’s position is a strange one, very strange. Yes, strange, strange is the only word. […]
contemporary fiction
Clouds open like envelopes. My fingers touch a damp sponge to white. I have limited time. Water trickles […]
One midwinter night the warm pitying foehn winds came from over the mountains to collapse upon the shin-deep […]
TODAY, AT THE DUMP, the world is in the bin: a classroom globe, tossed into TV & MONITORS, […]
minor literature[s] 