Punching Out, 1995

for jim daniels poems or gears covered in grease it’s doesn’t matter it’s all a factory in your brain when i pick up a book at the bookstore in local mall before a reading i’m not thinking that the author could still go to bed hungry both the mall & the bookstore now long gone […]

The Biscuit Eater of Penn Hills

when my brother was three or four he’d steal dog biscuits from under our grandmother’s kitchen counter and when those milk-bone boxes ran dry from the dogs themselves with their brittle bones hardly able to put up a fight against his white baby teeth and shiny coat he would just crunch away in a dark […]