Sunset Point She climbed onto the back of one, shouting something about becoming a “spring break legend.”
Operating Instructions the honesty of that gives me / a peach pit in my stomach / a teardrop in / my throat
There's Nazis In Them There Fredonian Hills The first thing that Selma saw in her Art and Architecture classroom was a shakily drawn peace sign on the blackboard. “Peace for Fredonia,” it read, just as shakily, underneath.
MILES SHOWED ME HIS TRUMPET Miles Davis lived around the block from me / deep in the upper west side of Manhattan island.
Sweet Paradise I’ve never felt so emotionally close to an ice-cream. This remarkable feat from a loaded cone demanded my respect. Reaching out, my finger touched the melting solution that had crossed its great divide.