By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
By Bradley Hamlin Rachmaninoff and I feel her brown eyes like oblivion and bliss listening to “Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini” at 3 a.m. tired but I slept when I held her in her house last night and those eyes were closed to drunken winters and I wonder how…
