5 (Prelude to the Overpoet) from The Love Song of Crito Di Volta At J. J.’s attic party I popped…

Pain Face Rigid, stoic, mask: broken bone face, gunshot face, son dead face. Look, the face: see your rictus fortune…

White Rabbit, or Goods and Services Not a live one. Not a thing that sniffs or hops. Not a critter…

Hensol It’s winter. The condos are behind schedule: the artist’s impression hangs from the billboard in tatters, the sketched greenery…