Eve of the Battle, Take II.
by Dan Murphy He’s hungry, I think and like a combine will eat anything. Wheat, grasshoppers. Dirt clods. Or like an ocean, swollen, its
MOVING VIOLATION
by Paul Muldoon WE WERE BUMPER TO BUMPER DOWN BY THE OUTLET MALL YOU PUSHED THROUGH IN A JUMPER TWO SIZES TOO SMALL I CAN’T ISSUE A FINE LIKE A
BRAND NEW SKINS
by Paul Muldoon I WAS PINNED ON THE HARD SHOULDER MY HEART WEIGHED DOWN BY A BOULDER THAT EASTER SUNDAY AFTERNOON MADDIE PULLED UP LIKE A GODDESS