Four Rows of Seats
I lay on my back,
stomach an empty
circus tent, stripes and all
Four Rows of Seats
I lay on my back,
stomach an empty
circus tent, stripes and all
Jon Carver of Barzoon, you misunderstood.
Continue reading “Jon Carver of Barzoon, You Misunderstood”Lost on the River
I.
Hudson, Han, Seine, Mississippi—
river, where are you taking me?
no need to apologize
Continue reading “no need to apologize”George Salis: You have a wonderful book vlogging channel on YouTube called Leaf by Leaf. How did it come about? I was there pretty much at the beginning. The first video of yours I watched was about Jim Gauer’s Novel Explosives and in that one you’re not in front of the camera. Did the notion of putting yourself out there prove to be a bit of a hurdle?
Continue reading “Intelligent Seasoning: An Interview with Chris Via of Leaf by Leaf”
Welcome to our museum! Please seat yourself there and let me connect you to this thing. We call it mind-expanding machine. Visually, it resembles an ancient phonograph, doesn’t it? Assuming you know what a phonograph is. Assuming such things still exist in your constellation. If not, there is one example in the next room within the same dimension. You may check it out later. Not the real one, of course, just a reflection in a controlled time curve.
The One Arrested and Later Left at Our Doorstep
The missing one is restored to her apparition,
disoriented, oozy-blood,
smelling like a marsh; two days’ve passed
since the protest fired up from the gully to the alcázar.