Mother Moon

Mother Moon is bringing in the harvest / you know she grows cocaine? // Mother Moon she’s bad sometimes / she's big, she // turns the tide in every… More

Writing on Rikers

They write of homes left behind, of husbands and lovers and mothers and fathers they have disappointed or who have disappointed them, about God who gives them strength, and… More

Return to Sender

The first sentence stopped me cold: “When the assassins come they kill everyone.” More

Death by Dominoes

The maximum-security prison was a depraved place, a hermetic kingdom of the damned, haunted by its own terrible spirit. It was a hulking brute of a building, stout as… More