In Women, Family, and Utopia, Lawrence Foster, an associate professor of Ameri can history at the Georgia Institute of Technology in Atlanta, establishes two goals: to expand on his research regarding “relations between men and…
While a hummingbird scans it for wires
the red rosebud explodes in slow motion,
the two velocities firing simultaneously.
Riddled with inconsistencies, the rose is
My humble plan for the financial salvation and exaltation of every soul who has the sense to sign up I have seen a vision. I have become a new man. And boy, am I excited! Not…
Over the terra cotta earth
your truck like a cleft-foot goat
grazes homeward.
The down of trees in the hills
She rarely blew her cool and never ever swore, but—”Dammit! Hell!” The metal stirring spoon rebounded off the sink and took a bite out of the kitchen wall. The real Tracy Sequaptewa? She glared at…
My cousin Charles chomped down handfuls of the red honey suckle berries that my parents said were poison. And he didn’t die. No, sir—e. He grinned, the little seeds clinging to his gums, and said,…
I started drinking in high school. I love to push the limits, and hearing that something was prohibited enticed me to go after it. Being both devious and smart, I indulged in forbidden behavior without…
19 JANUARY: Belgrade must be the smoggiest of all cities. If you look closely, you can see farmers through the haze plowing fields between runways. President told us in Vienna that if it ever does…
“The satisfaction brought by morning dew
is more than human stomachs can endure,”
the men insist, hoping that they will die.
“The satisfaction brought by morning dew
While growing up on the Blackfoot Reservation near Gleichen, Alberta, Canada, I lived with my grandparents. On Sundays around noon, two well-dressed white men would drive up to our home. For some unknown reason, I…