Cadaver

Honorable Mention, PoetryOptics only 9 yrs in usesaw the needlefilled with very little bloodhanging in the vein of the tied armThe arm hanging from a manlying in a refrigeratorin… More

Chris Early: Sheryl

Legs parted like a pie with one slice eaten inside a la mode thighs angle over sour sheets. They are silk. A guitar sleeps beside her, always, and I am stoned again, nude, seated on carpet, waiting… More

Panopticon

So again this vista is eroding. The buildings dim. The women doze in their Steel and stone barns, their toil Having been state approved, the sheets Bleached harmless and stacked on the tables By… More

Father

At 13, banished from homehe learned not to trust.Brilliant, he doubted his brilliance,and crept downstairs to grab exam resultsbefore others. To no one’s surprisebut his, he had topped the… More

Prison Moon

Four a.m. work duty and I beginmy solitary trudge from outer compoundto main building. A shivering guard,chilled in his lonely outpost, strip searchesme until content that my inconsequential nudity.poses… More

A Song of Death

There's a bird caught in the airduct that blows his dying song through the vent scared and beautiful resounding memories of the birds of childhood More

The Cobra’s Cross

CHARACTERSBlackmanStangYabbaOritaLil ManKenyaOld WomanOld ManFADE INExt: African village of Snakira—afternoon Snakira’s lone dusty road is reminiscent of an old western town with an Asian twist. An old man leading a… More

Untitled

UntitledI wrestle with my morning coffeeshuffling pagesin a trancelike state ofnewspaper consciousness.Bomblast leaves fourteen dead in Mombasa:or was in eighteen? two Isrealis for sureThe Kenyans existin a faded one-liner.West… More

A Taste of Honey

It has been a long time since I had seen or tasted honey. When they shoved a tray of mush under the door one morning, I looked at the… More