Habitat of obdurate melancholy,
the center lands of
minute consequence, rank
The Box
What did you learn from the dead?
To turn cold in stages to stage
bleed an invisible instant goddamn
Letter From Prison #2
us with no light
the dog edging its nose
out the window and snapping the air
Prisoner’s Wreath #2
This charcoal way surrounds my spot in dust
Dusty property the grit of the word
Word it so the song persists in a trust
Sonnet 12: A Dialogue
“Do you know that it really could be cool
Editor’s Note
Lately, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about change. Social. Organizational. Political, obviously. In 2008, we had Aaron Sinift’s Glitter Obama as our cover image. There was a sense of hope for positive change. Depending on your position on the political spectrum, you can argue the effectiveness of changes Obama implemented: hopes fulfilled (Affordable Care […]
