I don’t remember what I said – but I remember what he said. “What do you think of his approach? I thought it was pretty bad.” Her glance slashes over; we’re a sentence...

We found it in the Poconos just off the 611. 15 squared feet, waist-high tarp sides and rough rope fencing. You could see it pulling into the lot. Hard to miss, really – two men beating each...

Someday I’ll take my head apart –
find that part that talks too much

Balanced on concrete
Facing an acidic light
Coolness behind us
— Gwen, Erik and Allen (a collaborative haiku)

Feel her hand before I hear her. “Hey hottie” – and gone before the words register. I turn, and suddenly there are limbs everywhere: her’s, her friend’s; in the air and...