The day before its scheduled demolition he made his way to the small gallery. Across…

"Real, the five bars of the gate standing yet between broken hedges though it bars…

Tonight Antigone works her will upon the newsprint, harped by poison, stung by reprimand, a…

The coffee-colored pig roils its red bed of mud. A line of yellow dots, like…

for Carlos Pellicer Pissing the moonlit snow from blue to gold, imperial owls taloning the…