Prose & Poetry

Unjustified Driving with a small passenger in the backseat The sun’s erection begins to shine through

“What the hell are you doing?” Bertha asked her friend Thomas. “What does it look like

Someone must be telling lies about Josef K., for without having done anything wrong, he was

To make love a character would be to initiate doomsday, because one would need destruction to

SYMMETRY OF STONES It is a short climb to the shallow saddle beyond the ridgetop. A

The first man I killed was myself,             deskbound,       hunched above translated lines           of

          I couldn’t stop altogether my periodic jaunts to the dives, those upper-lower hangouts frequented

Sound travels uninterrupted as long as it has a medium to travel through. Up here in

“Whatever commandment the prisoner has disobeyed is written upon his body by the Harrow.” In the