Soft and cool, my young legs stretched and toes splayed in a JC Penney palace beside you in the old bed. The blue room, where four decades later you...
We boys sat round a flip-topped box fondling reverently ancient cardboard and new plastic. Our imaginations fired, lust and the first flush of desire...
The old white dog licks well the tired man's feet, putting his whole self into the work, as if he had a self left, which he doesn't because he is in...
We Are Marble by Matt McGuire If this were the hall of a ring decked king and I was he who wielded war and granted fiefs, I might hold you aloft and...
A Friend Named Big Bird By Matt McGuire I sit in the midst of receipts and unpaid demands on a brown canvas throne with no crown. My body is covered...