Spring 2024

excerpted from Thom Metzger’s new book, Hakim Bey, Real and Unreal Hakim Bey named me the “Grand Metropolitan of the Burnt Over District, i.e.: the holy lands of upstate NY.”…

When he found it, we said let it alone,call the police.  But he tampered with it,took money out before a squad car arrived.Baffled, the officers grew annoyed,made accusations of hoax,…

The four men have come to a decision. This over beers while sitting on lawn chairs in the Electrician’s garage. The Electrician leans against a workbench wiping his hands on…

RK Sorry I’m a bit late, dinner was delayed. I did a tray-bake of Brazilian black pudding, apple, onion and potato. That lost took a little longer to cook. My…

The God of the Sea keeps our stories. When their time comes, he helps us find our way through them, even if we don’t want to remember. Stories are like…

The wide front window of the coffee shop was covered with posters for local events and services. A new lecture series at the University. What bands would be playing at…

The idea, absurd as it might be, was a simple one.             The fish tank in Chris’s bedroom was no ordinary fish tank. The tank itself, basking in the soft…

The Drowned Women Now is the hour when the drowned arise,Like water lilies whose white bloom has fled.Their gowns are full and wide as unfurled sailsThat will not see their…

the fifth and penultimate chapter of Nachman of Breslov’s “Tale of the Seven Beggars” On the fifth day of the wedding, in the midst of all that happiness, they remembered…

After Sappho 84 Parting’s deathsorrow. Weeping walked away‘Things worked against us, Sappho.’ In her grief.‘It’s not your fault.’ A comfortable belief.I found brow-stroking calming things to say.‘Child you were loved.…

You are not a ghost, I know, because I can touch you. I pull leaves and branches out of your curly hair as you pull my hips closer to you,…

Isaac never could draw a bicycle from memory, but most people couldn’t. Sure, they’d remember its two eponymous wheels, and the handlebars and seat came next, but so many forgot…

Drunk Girls in the Bathroom We showed each other our titsfor some reason, and she lit uplike the Fourth of July and toldme that mine sit real pretty. Shehad a…

One would always like to expand the slender record we have of Sappho’s work. The few poems that remain . . .

Spasms: Telescope Series